From its awful title to its excruciating musical interludes, this film is well past its sell-by date. Hope is an idiot American actor on the stage in London impersonating an English butler for an Earl trying to romance Lucille Ball, but soon the action shifts to New Mexico, where Ball's mother has hired Hope to civilize Ball and her rustic father. Unfortunately, the town is under the impression that Hope is not a butler but an Earl. And Ball's suitor, the wooden Bruce Cabot, isn't above killing him. This could make for a good farce, but it is all just so awkwardly done and disjointed by those musical numbers that it has only a few fleeting moments of fun, mostly involving Ball. Throw in racist stereotypes--American Indians and a Chinese cook, and you'll be cringing more than you laugh. The color cinematography is gorgeous, however, and the sets are nice. ( )