mark.waltz This silly combination of baritones and boxers is one of the most absurd premise for a Warner Brothers musical comedy ever. Singing waiter John Payne sings for his supper while serving customers and later after punching out competitors as a part of shyster agent Walter Catlett's attempt to make it in the big time. As a crooner, he fascinates swooning rich old ladies, and that makes Catlett see dollar signs. Tough talking exercise instructor Jane Wyman (looking odd in her Torchy Blane platinum blonde wig) falls for him and stands by his side as he rises to the top. It's just ridiculously odd to see Payne in his boxing gloves breaking into Irish folk songs after he is declared a champ. Payne and Wyman look great together, and Catlett along with Edward Brophy provide some amusing moments. But this is an extremely weak programmer that is not at all believable. I found Rocky Balboa breaking into song on Broadway 75 years later more believable than this, but at least he was singing about his nose not being broken rather than schmaltzy Irish tunes that nobody has sung outside a St. Patrick's Day drunken spree in years.

jjnxn-1 A programmer from that golden year of 1939 may not be a classic but does spotlight two plucky kids who went on to become big stars, one much more acclaimed than the other.Made at a time when contract players, sometimes even the big stars, averaged at least four pictures a year this was one of those four for Jane although for John there would only be three this year he made up for it in '40 with six. Obviously not all could be winners but this one is a chipper little piece of hokum almost totally reliant on the charms of its two leads with Walter Catlett full of bluster as the shady promoter who discovers Kid Nightingale. Jane's in the dizzy blonde period the studio could never make work since her native intelligence always shone through. She's flip and charming. Payne handsome and fit had a big advantage over many of the other young actors, Wayne Morris, Jeffrey Lynn, Dick Foran etc., he was competing against he sang very well and the studio was wise to find ways, sometime ridiculous, to utilize that gift.This is one of those time crafting perhaps the only singing boxer movie in existence for him. Isn't one enough though?A pleasant and speedy diversion, just under an hour, that's as good an example as any of the B pictures the studio churned out to support their big ticket films.

Neil Doyle JOHN PAYNE and JANE WYMAN spent their apprentice years at Warner Bros., Payne usually playing the cocky hero and Wyman the brassy blonde who gives out with the wisecracks. Here we have a boxing yarn that mixes the sport with music (Payne sings) and gangsters. The results are a mixed bag.Payne is a singing waiter who gets into a brawl with rude customers and punches a couple of guys out. WALTER CATLETT just happens to witness his fisticuffs and presto, he's Payne's boxing manager. JANE WYMAN is a rehearsal pianist (and singer) who duets with Payne on a little ditty when they first meet, looking pert and pretty.The plot thickens when Catlett decides to take Payne on in a deal he makes with a crooked fight promoter, promoting him as "Kid Nightingale", a guy who can belt out a song as well as a punch. Payne looks good, his sturdy physique shown off to good advantage in all the boxing scenes.ED BROPHY does his usual hot-tempered, fast talking bit as a fight manager living on bicarbonate of soda, but it's John Payne's film. He gets to sing bits of operatic arias as well as the usual tin pan alley songs as a fighter who sets female hearts aflutter when he finishes each boxing bout with a song.It's formula stuff but it's entertaining and amusing, with a brief running time. Wyman is pretty much wasted but Payne is delightful in a winning role, perfectly suited to the role of a waiter who becomes a heavyweight contender with fixed fights and a gimmick.

ccmiller1492 Don't be mislead by all those promising George Hurrell promotional photos released for this film showing beefy John Payne in very noir boxing ring poses. This boxer is a bird-brain singing waiter who gets discovered by a promoter when he loses his job for brawling in frustration. There are lots of annoying developments involving a hyperactive romance with a blond, brassy Jane Wyman while on his way to becoming "Kid Nightingale" ,the boxer who gets on a winning streak by singing when he's hit. Altogether a silly exercise but Payne, always watchable, is entertaining both as a singer and as a boxer. The film is almost a criminal waste of John Payne. Boxing sequences should have been extended; they are way too brief and would have added much more interest.