

All that time and money the studio spent on vocal coaches for the leading ladies, and they wind up sounding like Minnie Mouse on helium. The laughs and guffaws grow so loud, the dialogue becomes inaudible. Finally, the beleaguered projectionist restarts the show from the beginning, but everything sounds even worse-and funnier-than before.


Wizard.” Robson, a man given to bow ties and inscrutable expressions, delivers glib apologies and attempts to stall by inviting questions from the audience. While the Italian projectionist labors frantically to fix the snafus, veteran film-editor-turned-movie-director Mark Robson rises and begins to speak in a style a reporter described as “soothing, patient as if he were explaining his latest scientific experiment to all the boys and girls out there in TV land.
