A womanizing Count is urged to marry in order to make the bank investors feel secure, and then dreams that he marries an angel from heaven.
All it takes is one look at the names of Nelson Eddy and Jeanette MacDonald, and you should know what you're getting into here; lots of operetta-style warbling. I'm no fan of this kind of thing, so I was very grateful for the presence of Edwart Everett Horton, who manages to brighten anything he appears in. Though I can't exactly say it was dull, the sickly sweetness of the first half of the movie was hard to bear, but somewhere at the halfway point, it starts to get satirical when the Count holds a dinner party and the angel's propensity for always telling the truth causes her to inadvertently insult all the guests. From here it then spirals into such utter weirdness that I can understand why this would prove to be the last time Eddy and MacDonald would work together. Other familiar faces include Reginald Owen (who played both Sherlock Holmes and Ebenezer Scrooge) and Douglas Dumbrille.