Mostly boring sub-par ‘40s biopic fare with some occasionally well-shot orchestra musical interludes. Almost every one of these composer biopic cycle films were incredibly artificial and superficial, and it’s laughable if Rhapsody in Blue is one of the better entries.
The ending is schmaltzy, but Hollywood can get to you sometimes. I did tear up—this was not abetted by the fact that I love Gershwin.
On another note, Alan Alda looks exactly like his father.
