I find the movies starring Nelson Eddy and Jeanette McDonald's more difficult to get caught up in. I'm not sure if it is the screenplays or the composers and lyricists or the acting. In the first scene, he is definitely flirting, telling her to look back, asking her if the supposed object of her affection is a banker, a poet or a polo player. When she responds with no he's an Italian tenor, Eddy breaks into song. While he has a wonderful voice, it is too operatic for the scene for my taste. And Eddy seems a little too wooden. She seems more natural in her delivery. She is withdrawn a