Slow pace in the most part of the movie.

Plot so thin, it passes unnoticed.

Clever and entertaining enough to recommend even to members of the 1%

.Like the great film, it's made with a great deal of visible affection both in front of and behind the camera.

Considering that this was produced by the famously cheapjack and incompetent Sam Katzman, and is one of the 1960s MGM musicals often cited as contributing to the death of the genre, this halfhearted updating of "Girl Crazy" isn't as bad as I'd suspected. Plenty of Gershwin and a surprising amount of the never-good original book are left intact (though Herman's Hermits insist on singing "I'm biding my time/ 'Cause that's the kind of guy I AM," ruining the rhyme), and some amusingly incongruous guest stars -- Liberace, Louis Armstrong -- are thrown in. Heaven knows Connie Francis can't act, but she does fine by "But Not for Me" and "Embraceable You," and opposite her, Harve Presnell is strong-voiced, virile, and more at ease with acting than most tenors. There's a typical mid-'60s supporting cast featuring Fred Clark, Joby Baker, and Sue Ann Langdon (a good comedienne, but not here). Of course it's over-lit and underwritten and cheap-looking, but there's one honest production number for "I Got Rhythm," and the painted backdrops and fast-motion photography contribute some fun cheesiness. An amiable time-waster.

Wretched "Let's put on a show!" nonsense. M-G-M wasted some marvelous color film stock on this witless, leering dreck, unredeemed by the presence of co-star Connie Francis and the numerous music acts who pop up against their better judgment. Remake of the Judy Garland-Mickey Rooney musical "Girl Crazy" from 1943 (itself a remake of the 1932 version), two college kids try to help out a bankrupt Reno rancher and his busty daughter, who delivers the mail. When the two guys first meet Francis, wearing work clothes and a low-setting hat, they actually think she's a he (perhaps they flunked anatomy?). Later, when Francis looks into Harve Presnell's heavily made-up eyes and fake eyebrows and feigns a swoon, one can only scoff. Presnell must be the oldest college student in cinema history; with a copper-colored toupee and ascots around his neck, he looks like one of the faculty's veteran members. Francis has a pleasant singing voice--and isn't a terrible actress--but she is defeated by the non-existent script and hopeless, leaden direction. Thank goodness grinning-like-mad Liberace is on hand to save this from the barrel's bottom. * from ****

Wow...how awful is this?! A rock and roll remake of Girl Crazy with the Gershwin songs included and sung, almost trad style inbetween boppy gems from Hermans Hermits. There seemed to be a theme in the early to mid 60s of making Elvis movies without Elvis....just everyone else who might have managed a support role were all clumped together in some hideous alternate version of GIRL HAPPY or TICKLE ME or ROUSTABOUT because WHEN THE BOYS MEET THE GIRLS is the mashed potato version of any two reels (strung together) of those films. MGM specialised in them and we were gleefully offered WHERE THE BOYS ARE or GET YOURSELF A COLLEGE GIRL or COME FLY WITH ME or whatever film was thought of that sounded like any of the above titles. It all becomes a ghastly bag of singing jellies after a while. For some bizarre reason (like trying to please EVERYONE, Bollywood style) this pic also has Louis Armstrong and Liberace good for some completely inappropriate appearances......and I defy anyone not to be constantly appalled every 5 minutes. Connie Francis screeches her way whether singing or, well screeching, and Harve Presnell (about 11ft tall and 35years old and apparently still at college) fresh from THE UNSINKABLE MOLLY BROWN) gets a ginger hair doo and does his best to avoid sounding like Chad Everett who should have been in this instead. You will occasionally Hurrumph and mostly exclaim horror to whoever you watch this with. I loved it.

Harmless time-waster about the appealing Connie Francis and her father who open a new night club, which gives Sue Ane Langdon, Liberace and others an excuse to show off their musical talents.