It is a bit of a stretch to call this a film, that is to say, a narrative complete with characters, plot, conflict, a beginning, an end, etc.
It seems more to be a collection of random musical material, actors, scenery, and costumes that Monogram pictures had lying around. The three stooges occasionally pop in with their antics to be browbeaten by a character named "Moose", and the female lead threatens the physically inferior male lead with a champagne bottle, but that's about it for genuine entertainment value. A flimsy premise of somebody's dad trying to close his night club (which, despite being on the brink of bankruptcy, can afford massive sets, tuxedos, lavish meals, and neon-fitted instruments) is relentlessly padded out with long dull repetitive musical numbers. In said music numbers, overused songs, costumes, choreography, and sets all gyrate madly about with no relation to each other.
This movie might have "historical interest". An ancient cracked Greek cup dug out of the ground might have historical interest, but that doesn't mean you want to drink from it. Likewise, I suggest that you do not attempt to actually watch Swing Parade, which contains neither swing, nor parades. What it does contain is musical dullness with a touch of surreality, people with oddly shaped faces, process servers, and equine blindness anxiety.
It seems more to be a collection of random musical material, actors, scenery, and costumes that Monogram pictures had lying around. The three stooges occasionally pop in with their antics to be browbeaten by a character named "Moose", and the female lead threatens the physically inferior male lead with a champagne bottle, but that's about it for genuine entertainment value. A flimsy premise of somebody's dad trying to close his night club (which, despite being on the brink of bankruptcy, can afford massive sets, tuxedos, lavish meals, and neon-fitted instruments) is relentlessly padded out with long dull repetitive musical numbers. In said music numbers, overused songs, costumes, choreography, and sets all gyrate madly about with no relation to each other.
This movie might have "historical interest". An ancient cracked Greek cup dug out of the ground might have historical interest, but that doesn't mean you want to drink from it. Likewise, I suggest that you do not attempt to actually watch Swing Parade, which contains neither swing, nor parades. What it does contain is musical dullness with a touch of surreality, people with oddly shaped faces, process servers, and equine blindness anxiety.