Aside from setting the story amidst the palm trees and hula skirts of Hawaii, this hasn’t anything akin to an original bone in it’s body and is really only a vehicle for a distinctly mediocre Bing Crosby. He’s the sort of PR man who could turn a sow’s ear into a silk purse, and when his client moves their pineapple business to his fair shores, he decides what better way to promote the whole enterprise than to stage a competition. The winner gets an all expenses paid trip, provided they write a diary extolling the virtues of the islands. What could go wrong? Well the prize is won by “Georgia” (Shirley Ross) but she can’t really stand the place and no sooner has she arrived than she wants to go home! “Tony” (Bing) can’t have that so with the help of his fishing buddy “Shad” (Bob Burns) embarks on a convoluted scheme to keep there and - well from now on you can guess the rest. Now there is quite a fun tomato-throwing game played later in the film and there are also a few lively traditional dance routines peppered with a little traditional and enthusiastic mythology to keep us going too. On the crooning front, Crosby delivers the film’s Oscar winning, but entirely forgettable, “Sweet Leilani” and a song called “Blue Hawaii” too - but the whole film just never takes off. It’s flat, predictable and all the faux who-will-marry-whom stuff is all old hat. I’m afraid that I did struggle to make it through to the end and I doubt I will bother again.