The mountains labored, hundreds of Vassar girls were put on parade, whole regiments of West Point cadets marched and countermarched, millions of peasants danced in the streets, and out of it all came "Rosalie," perhaps the most repulsive musical mouse to escape from Hollywood in some time. Nelson Eddy has a script that calls for romantic acting, but wisely abandons this after the first ten minutes and does nothing from then on but sing "In The Still of the Night" and murmer "I love you" in sort of a weak whisper. Eleanor Powell is well cast, because she is also unable to act. She appears in those long black silk stockings, does a few unoriginal dance numbers and lets it go at that. It is left to Frank Morgan and a light-footed little man named Ray Bolger to give the picture its few redeeming features, but they are not enough. And to make matters worse, "Borrowing Trouble," another saga of the Jones family, finishes off the bill. The whole thing is unfortunate.