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Purely Joyful Movie!

Entertaining from beginning to end, it maintains the spirit of the franchise while establishing it's own seal with a fun cast

A terrific literary drama and character piece that shows how the process of creating art can be seen differently by those doing it and those looking at it from the outside.

and he's going to really turn the life of his (much) older brother Frank Sinatra upside down. Newcomer Tony Brill portrays an innocent unaware of what he is getting himself in for moving onto Sutton Place in Manhattan. Free of his meddling parents (Molly Picon and Jack Kruschen) and their Yonkers home, Brill allows brother Sinatra to take him out on a glorious shopping spree to mold him into a younger version of his older brother. Before you know it, Brill has taken over and Sinatra finds himself acting like his domineering father whose constant slamming of doors causes chandeliers to fall.This hysterically funny Neil Simon comedy isn't a great movie, but gets a higher rating simply because of its laugh quotient. There are also several moments that seemed like song cues, and one time, when Sinatra breaks into the title song (during the shopping spree), it actually happens. Brill is hysterically funny going from innocent to ring-a-ding-ding playboy, throwing a "Breakfast at Tiffany's" like party, and getting perhaps too big for his britches when Sinatra gets him to pretend to be a movie producer from Hollywood.Kruschen and Picon are so funny, but nothing is more hysterical than watching the lovable Picon playing reluctant frustrated secretary when she begins to answer Sinatra's phone calls after popping in on Brill unannounced to beg him to return home. The sight of this diminutive woman running around this obvious playboy's apartment looking for a pencil is a visual you won't forget. Picon makes her Jewish mother endearing and so lovable that you want to just pick her up and hug her.While Picon and Sinatra don't share scenes until the end (because of the obvious difference in their appearances), I half expected Picon to tell Sinatra "We needed to share one scene in this movie" when he asked her why she was there. It is mentioned that Sinatra (who works for Kruschen's factory that makes glass fruit) takes off both Jewish and Catholic holidays (as well as Halloween!) so perhaps Kruschen and Picon have a mixed marriage; That is never confirmed.Then, there are the ladies in Sinatra's life: the beautiful red-headed Jill St. John (too intelligent seeming to be playing a bubble-head), Phyllis McGuire (as the sadomasochistic business associate from Dallas) and Barbara Rush (as the wife and mother type). The film may seem a bit too much like a stage play in some scenes (minus the songs it seems to be about to break into), but is still a lot of fun.

This comment was intended to be with PAL JOEY. Not sure how it got here.whpratt1 obviously has a lot of time on his hands, to quote an old song he probably never heard of (why does he seem to enjoy displaying this fault?). Anyone that considers Pal Joey as a classic film musical has a LOT to learn.The film is not true to the source material and most of the roles are mis-cast. It's curious that, at the time Broadway musicals such as Oklahoma!, Carousel, and The King and I were faithfully and successfully represented (for the most part) on film, the makers of the film version of Pal Joey managed to ruin a perfectly good story and a eliminate most of the show's wonderful score. The casting and performance of Rita Hayworth in the leading female role has probably contributed a great deal to subsequent mis-casting of the role in subsequent stage productions: Patti LuPone and Lena Horne. How whpratt1 can consider this a classic film musical is beyond me.

The movie truly stinks. Not much better than an Elvis cookie cutter film of the same period. One wonders what Frank was thinking coming off Manchurien Candidate, Some Came Running, Joker is Wild, Man with the Golden Gun etc. It would only appeal to a loyal FS fan such as myself. The movie appears to be a remake of Frank's earlier "Tender Trap" of the late fifties. The concept really did not need to be revisited in 1963. Regarding the previous reviewer's comments about Frank's hat and coat in the era of the Stones, the Stones hadn't happened yet, in America. Kennedy was still alive. The British invasion was still months away when the film was released. So Frank's outfit was still in vogue for a swinging single of the early 60's. Further, Frank was not 51. He was born in 1915. Try 48. He still lacked credibility as the swinging 39 year old with a 21 year old brother. Perhaps a better lead for the movie would have been Robert Wagner or even Steve McQueen. Later

Those words were uttered by Molly Picon in this hilarious film. "Come Blow Your Horn" deals with a swinging bachelor Frank Sinatra and his kid brother, Tony Bill, who is trying to follow in his footsteps.Lee J. Cobb proved his adeptness at comedy in this one by his constant making reference to Sinatra as a bum for not being married. Note the surprise in his face when Sinatra ultimately says yes when Cobb again confronts him. He and Picon are the absolute best senior citizen couple in this hysterical film. The chemistry between these 2 characters, both of whom appeared on the Yiddish stage during their respective careers, is great. Absolutely amazing to me that Picon and especially Cobb were not nominated in the supporting category. Their portrayals of the typical Jewish couple dealing with their sons is hilarious. Sinatra, as the swinging bachelor, is great. The part was made for him. He is very well matched by Tony Bill, his kid brother, who is emulating his brother and getting into the latter's lifestyle very quickly. Picon is very funny in the scenes answering the telephones. No wonder she was the perfect Yenta in "Fiddler on the Roof" 8 years later. Lee J. Cobb produces a miracle here. Long regarded as an outstanding dramatic actor, he turns in an incredibly outrageous performance as the beleaguered father.Bill later went on to direct films. Look for Phyllis McGuire in a brief appearance as a buyer for Neiman-Marcus.