It's true that the film is often described as an "oddity," but I wish there were more movies that were odd like this one. As David and djali say, the cast is wonderful, especially Jolson and Morgan, who virtually reprises his role two years later in
The Good Fairy. Also immensely charming is unusung Edgar Connor, as sidekick Acorn, the nature of whose relationship to Jolson's Bumper is winsome and funny, not to mention potentially provocative on several levels, especially in 1933. It would be interesting to know how this film played in the South at time of release.
There are some bravura set pieces, most notably a sequence in which a gang of bums rush through Central Park to confront Bumper on a point of order, running at the camera through a series of staccato cuts that can leave you woozy, and culminating in a deftly directed comic crowd scene worthy of Renoir. Come to think of it, this would make a great double-feature with
Boudu!
The tone of the whole thing is so humane and sweet-tempered, and the witty musical numbers are most memorable. I often get stuck in my head the song traded between Bumper and Acorn as they walk back from Florida to New York--"Bumper, Bumper, how far is we?" This also has to be counted as one of the great films about New York City, re-imagined as a burg brimming with poetry and the milk of human kindness.
The great Frank Morgan is marvelous as the Mayor. And you'll win an easy 5000 "Gay Jeopardy" bonus points for knowledge of the scene where he bleats "There's no place like home!"
It's a startling, disorienting moment, coming six years before
The Wizard of Oz, but delivered by Morgan in a reading that sounds like an in-joke before the fact.
The opening dedication scene has Richard Rodgers as one of the photographers.
The dedication scene actually occurs midway through the movie. The opening scene depicts duck hunting in Florida. And isn't Lorenz Hart in there somewhere?