The best part of this movie is the debut of Margaret O'Brien at age 4, standing on a table:"Please, wait, don't send my brother to the chair! Don't let him burn! Please. Please, warden, please!"That was probably the only moment in this film with anything close to real emotion. (She is so full of life, she puts other actors in the shade.) It was also the only moment of real humor. I say "probably" because I quit at about 50 minutes. Normally, if a movie doesn't grab me by 10 minutes, I'm out. But this is Judy Garland and and Mickey Rooney, RIP. How bad can it be?Well, if I were locked in a movie theater in 1942 with a bucket of popcorn, I guess I would have seen it through to the end -- if I were a teenager. If I weren't, I doubt I would have bought a ticket. But today, when we watch a movie, we have the pause and eject buttons. It's funny, but as you get older, time seems to move faster, generally. But the first 20 minutes of Babes on Broadway seemed to last two hours; 50 minutes seemed like two years. At this rate, I'm not sure I will live long enough to finish it.The movie seems so lifeless, so devoid of emotion, so flat. I really don't care about the characters or the story. If I were a teenager back then ... or even a teenager watching this on an old black and white TV set. Except I don't even recall doing that, and I would watch just about any old movie back in the Sixties with many NYC stations to choose from. If I did see it, it left ZERO impression.The premise of the movie is contrived, and despite the time taken to set it up, not very interesting. Then we switch gears about 50 minutes into a string of song and dance numbers. The music is not very good, and bears no relation to the storyline, aside from the story being they are putting on a musical revue block party. If there's one thing that turns me off, it is a musical with music that is not integrated to the story. Who cares? Well, I guess some people like musicals with dancing and big production numbers, regardless. The music, right from the beginning, is cloying, mechanical tunes turned out by the MGM production team, dressed up with fancy orchestration. The exception is "How About You?"Busby Berkeley knew how to put on big dance numbers, and he should have stuck to that. He seems to lack feeling, heart, soul. Here, it is all glitter and hyperactivity. I like Fred Astaire tap dancing, but I'm not going to sit through a sort of talent show amateur hour, no matter how skillful. I think the studio gave Berkeley the second rate stuff to direct, figuring he could keep them afloat with the dance numbers. Maybe I am being unfair -- without sitting through the last hour, I will never know. But the problem with these reviews is that too often we only hear from the ones who liked it enough to sit through it. Babes on Broadway is treacle by the gallon. So, if you like treacle, you'll love it. As for me, Babes on Broadway makes me nauseous.It also makes me sad. As I looked at all the young men in the movie, I couldn't help wondering how soon they would be drafted, how many would be killed or maimed in battle over the next four years. It was odd timing for such a story about young people wanting to make it on Broadway. I wonder how this went over with audiences at the time. Unless they were under 14, it was just a matter of time before they would be in uniform, as the war progressed. Was this on their minds? Hollywood is about escape, so perhaps Babes provided some relief from the impending doom of WWII. But, unlike so many wonderful old Hollywood movies, it doesn't work as escape now. One reason, perhaps, is that Babes on Broadway violates the basic principle of musicals: it tries to be realistic. Musicals need an element of fantasy and unreality: it makes you suspend the disbelief that people can break into song and dance in their daily lives. But Babes is stuck in the old formula, of having actors play actors and perform musical numbers as part of the story. The Wizard of Oz and Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs had demonstrated an alternative mode for musicals. This is the route of enduring escapist fantasy. But in Babes, the plot exists only as a pretext for performing song and dance numbers. This is not for me. I'm outta here.

If you like fast paced Hollywood musicals from yesteryear, then this movie is for you. The story is dated and hokey, but there is a lot of singing and dancing. Mickey Rooney, Judy Garland and the rest of the cast is excellent. Rooney demonstrates his versatility as a song-and-dance man and pairs well with Judy Garland who sings several songs and is quite engaging. The finale includes a several-minutes long minstrel sequence which some may find insensitive as it is performed in black face. That notwithstanding, Garland performs a number in black face and in drag (i.e. dressed as a male), which is remarkable. The cinematography is excellent, capturing the dance sequences in all their glory. If judged by current tastes, the movie's style is a curio, an antique. But what is not dated is the energy, vitality and the music itself which would resonate with today's audience.

This movie has great singing and dancing by Judy, Mickey, and their friends.Actually, my favorite number is "Waiting For The Robert E. Lee"--one of those bouncy tunes with a rhythm that Judy makes so infectious you're bobbing your head as she sings.But that number is part of the minstrel show at the end, and I had to stop and think about whether it really spoiled the movie, or not.Personally, I think Mickey's blackface routine was somewhat racist and Judy's wasn't. Judy does not seem to engage in a caricature when she does her minstrel numbers. Her eyes are wide open when she sings FDR Jones, sure--but Busby Berkeley made her open her eyes wide all the time; that was one of her complaints about him. And the content/lyrics of "FDR Jones" is good-natured.At any rate, this minstrel show isn't as racist as, say, Fred Astaire's "With a Shine On Your Shoes" number from Easter Parade. Or some of the scenes from "Birth of a Nation," as far as that goes.All in all, it's a great Mickey/Judy musical. I give it an 8.5

Mickey Rooney (as Tommy) wants to make it on Broadway. With Judy Garland (as Penny), Ray McDonald (as Ray), Richard Quine (as Hammy), and Virginia Weidler (as Barbara Jo), he can't miss! Some speed induced-like performances break the stride, though it's always nice to see those in the cast at work. The longest stretch of enjoyment begins with Mr. Rooney and Ms. Garland singing and dancing "Yankee Doodle Boy" as part if an imaginary sequence, then director Berkley takes over for a the frantic set-up the show sequence, and Rooney closes in Carmen Miranda drag. Rooney in drag works, as does Mr. McDonald's "black-face" solo dance (if taken in in isolation) - but there are elements in the closing "Babes on Broadway" that are racially insensitive. In fact, some of the dialog and gestures are repulsive. Be prepared. *** Babes on Broadway (1941) Busby Berkeley ~ Mickey Rooney, Judy Garland, Ray McDonald