With the most obvious plums already picked and the less obvious plums still ignored, this concoction is boosted with some non-musical items. It would be a hard-hearted person who couldn't find odd morsels of pleasure, but the compilation still enshrines the mediocre: Gene Kelly's ungainly stabs at Art, Doris Day, and scenes from thudders like Till the Clouds Roll By
. The juxtaposition of clips is mindless; and between the indigestible chunks come newly-filmed scenes with Kelly and Astaire, which manage to be even worse than some of the clips. And their asinine commentary damagingly intrudes into the numbers. Who wants to hear Kelly reminisce when Garland's singing the sublime 'Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas'? That's not entertainment.