It suddenly occurred to me, after all that, that you might like a look for yourself.
Blessings on YouTube, for here it is: The "Remember My Forgotten Man" number, complete with the abrupt ending that must have startled filmgoers more used to cozy fadeouts in the style of 42nd Street.
Seven minutes that prove that even the silliest things (30s backstagers directed by Busy Berkeley, for example) can achieve the sublime. Anyone who doesn't get a chill from Etta Moten's singing and the war/breadline section isn't sentient.
"Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?"; "The Boulevard of Broken Dreams"; this song - the 30s certainly had a way with pop songs in minor keys, no?
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