Very silly story of a pro catcher who also is equipped with Allan Jones' tenor, who signs to tour with a song-and-dance troupe, but he only can sing when he has a cold, but he reunites with his team while under contract to the show, but his manager doesn't want him playing ball while he's sick, so he has to make ice- and heat-induced lightning shifts from sick to well and back. Further complications with his girlfriend (Jane Frazee) and the ball club owner's daughter (Marjorie Lord, who is frightening) who would like to be his girlfriend. It's over in an hour, and along the way there's much vocalizing and a specialty act or two, and pretty good production values for a Universal B. Jones actually throws and catches as if he knew what he was doing, and he was always a professional actor/singer, even in substandard circumstances like this. Paired opposite the unexciting Frazee, he loses a little luster, and the endless conniving of William Frawley, as his agent, is instantly tiresome. But there's utterly no pretense to it, and the sitcom plotting hurries it along.
Review of Moonlight in Havana
