When the lady half of a dancing partnership fails to show up at the hotel, entertainment manager James Ellison recruits chambermaid Belita, a European dancer who was training for the ice-dancing in the Olympics when the Nazis invaded. They quickly fall in love but do nothing about it, since he's busy getting her a job at a major Chicago show. They lose contact, he loses his edge, and she rises to become a major star while he goes off to fight the war.

All of which is a brief sketch of the plot, which takes up a very small part of the movie. Mostly we are treated to Belita dancing and skating, which gave me a lot of opportunity to look at this would-be competitor to Sonja Heinie. And I was disappointed. Under the choreography of Dave Gould, E. R. Hickson, and Michael Panaieff, Belita is technically and mechanically perfect in all her movements -- although the vast number of edits in her dancing and ice skating makes me think not so much -- but moves with neither authority nor passion. She is a beautiful automaton who does everything right, but never causes you to think there is something more than the perfect, meaningless line of motion going on. If you see this, observe Frick & Frack, two comic ice skaters whom I saw about fifteen years after this movie was made. There's no way it's anyone but Frick & Frack, and they're having fun. Belita is doing as she is told.

Walter Catlett is on hand as a plot device and occasional gifter of cigars to people. The music quite good.