The New Pictures, Mar. 23, 1942

The Fleet's In (Paramount) is exactly what its title suggests: something to entertain the boys on shore leave. Some of this entertainment weighs around 120 lb., looks good and steps lively. The rest is a massive aggregation of singers, dancers, assorted entertainers (rubber-jointed Betty Hutton, et al.) and little Jimmy Dorsey's molten musicians. The result is hot & cold, but makes a cheerful rushing sound.

It took seven writers to produce Fleet's story—a prodigal waste of talent. A nice, homespun sailor (William Holden) inadvertently kisses a movie star, whereupon his battleship becomes the glamor...

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