I don't mean to be unkind but I thought this would never end. In what world does everyone end on their feet. There is really no conflict here and that's what kills it for me. I never had a moment where I thought, "How will they solve that." Or how will he get things to work out. As soon as there's trouble, money shows up. There's a choir of street boys. How is it there isn't a honker in the bunch? Of course, the main reason for this film is to give Bing Crosby a means of singing. Except for "Swinging on a Star" the music is pretty bad. There's a nice version of Ava Maria to make it a church movie. Ultimately, it's so white bread and so predictable it never worked for me. Barry Fitzgerald is good; I'll give him that. Bing just has the world by the butt the whole time.
Review of Going My Way
