Here's an Astaire film that made one watcher wonder, "Geez, what did it take back then to get charged with harrassment?" Flying Tiger Astaire plays a famous World War fighter pilot who goes incognito to avoid the media hoopla that surrounds him. With less than a week before he has to go back to the war, he meets society photographer Joan Leslie and instantly falls in love with her. So what does he do? He dogs her every step, he interferes with her work, he annoys her, he moves right next door to her, he conceals his name and true identity, he lies to her, he misleads her, he breaks and enters into her apartment, and basically makes himself a regular, annoying fixture in her life. Somehow, Astaire managers to worm his way into Leslie's affections. The film takes a more serious and realistic turn as Fred realizes that he has only a few days left, but he's really fallen for this girl and she, though she hasn't yet found out his true identity, has fallen for him. Fred stands at a crossroad because he believes he could never offer Leslie the security she deserves because of the dangerous, unpredictable life he leads.
This is a pretty good Astaire film (come to think of it, when has this guy ever bombed?). It doesn't have all the glitz and glamour of his films with Ginger Rogers, nor does it have the technical perfection and brilliance of his films with Eleanor Powell and Rita Hayworth. But this does have wonderful down-to-earth performances from both the leads. Watch for Astaire's smoldering tap dance to "One for My Baby (and One More for the Road)".