An important artifact for any Jack Benny fan, and a complete piece of off-the-wall entertainment even if you're new to him. Jack took a lot of flak for this movie when it didn't do very well at the box office, and it served as the butt of a whole slew of jokes on his radio program. Truth be told, however, the film is quite a delightful little comedy which never needs to be anything more than charming and imaginative. Raoul Walsh, best known for his contributions to Warner's gangster fare, brings a decidedly dark and expressionistic flare to the film, and some of the cinematography is awe-inspiring. The story starts in a radio studio, where Jack's character Athaniel is playing third trumpet for a late night show's orchestra- and boy is he bad. This is based on Jack's own ongoing radio joke in which, despite his sincere enthusiasm for the instrument, he made his violin shriek with pain every time he rubbed a bow across it. Here, too, he yearns to be recognized as the great trumpeter he considers himself, and after falling asleep (thanks to the soothing voice of the program's commercial announcer) he dreams the most pretentious of dreams- that he, as one of Heaven's angels, should go to down to Earth to end the world with a trumpet blast at midnight. Antics follow when Athaniel gets mixed up with a couple of fallen angels and finds himself in the middle of a cunning thief and his foxy girlfriend in an upscale hotel. This is a really unique picture with a lot of visual flare. It utilizes some great set pieces, specifically an enormous coffee set on the side of a building. As a Jack Benny vehicle, it is phenomenal, and as a film, it is one of his best, a real misunderstood comedy from the golden age.