Jarretières rouges

...and the opening credits say as much - but as a one of a kind it's entertaining. The sets are all done in primary colors and are highly stylized reminiscent of the UPA cartoons of the time, which had a considerable impact on art and design. They're more like theater sets than movie scenery.

The plot, such as it is, centers on Rosemary Clooney (who is very good) trying to convince a typically overbearing Jack Carson to marry her. We're expected to believe she would be more entranced by the beefy Carson over the handsome Guy Mitchill, who is a cowboy passing through town. The Jay Livingston and Ray Evans songs are lively if not memorable. Gene Barry does manage to enact a somewhat plausible Mexican. At any rate, he's far more convincing than Cass Daley as a Native American woman who has nothing to do with the story at all. She is covered in very dark "Indian" makeup and spends the film behaving like some kind of nut...it's an appalling performance.