All devotees of subtle and sophisticated comedy are hereby warned to take cover! Hope and Crosby, those merry knights of the open road, are here again in another of their wonderfully wacky travelogues. And whether their destination is Zanzibar, Morocco, or Utopia, (in this case the gold-laden Klondike), the end-product is the game: a trite but entertaining concoction of gay repartee, old-fashioned slapstick, and straight Iowa corn.

Blessed with the superb raw material of what this reviewer considers one of the best comedy teams on record, Paramount has whipped up a drawn-out melange of corny gags and predicaments. No, holds are barred; all the old and faithful chestnuts are dragged out again for further milking. Picture, if you will, Hope dissolving a snowbank with the heat he generates in a love scene, or the ubiquitous Lamour displaying the inevitable sarong amidst the Alaskan snows. And a talking bear complaining that the writers haven't given him any good lines. And so forth.

The tone of the picture is set at the start by narrator Bob Benchley. "This, he says, "is the perfect example of how not to make a good picture." Perhaps it isn't art, but its much more worth-while than most of Hollywood's more serious efforts. mss