Once the abysmal opening sequence ends, the film's indelible charm and pageantry take over, and it only goes up from there. (And normally I don't care for the stories in Berkeley movies, but this one actually holds up, thanks to the likes of Buck & Bubbles and Priscilla Lane.) I couldn't help but think this was the 1937-era equivalent to Glee and You Got Served, which upped its kitsch factor. The Berkeley numbers are also severely underrated.