Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

Excellent but underrated film

Don't listen to the Hype. It's awful

The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

This is the third version of the Gershwin Brothers popular musical Girl Crazy done for the big screen. Many forget and should and early version with Wheeler&Woolsey. Then there's the classic one Mickey and Judy did in the 40s. Now we have a third version starring Connie Francis and Harve Presnell with all generations of acts to accommodate everyone's taste.You will accommodate when you get Herman's Hermits, Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs, Liberace, and Louis Armstrong in addition to Connie and Harve singing the Gershwin classics. Material for the guest artists is generously interpolated while the main songs that George and Ira wrote are retained for the leads.Once again rich Danny Churchill is sent out west for a bit of discipline and he runs into cowgirl Ginger Gray. Such character players as Frank Faylen, Stanley Adams, Fred Clark, Russell Collins are all here. So is Sue Ane Langdon, Harve's golddigging former girlfriend who finds much deeper pockets to mine in the end. She's worth watching for herself alone.Nice to see Girl Crazy done again this time as When The Boys Meet The Girls. Maybe we'll get another version yet.

Wretched "Let's put on a show!" nonsense. M-G-M wasted some marvelous color film stock on this witless, leering dreck, unredeemed by the presence of co-star Connie Francis and the numerous music acts who pop up against their better judgment. Remake of the Judy Garland-Mickey Rooney musical "Girl Crazy" from 1943 (itself a remake of the 1932 version), two college kids try to help out a bankrupt Reno rancher and his busty daughter, who delivers the mail. When the two guys first meet Francis, wearing work clothes and a low-setting hat, they actually think she's a he (perhaps they flunked anatomy?). Later, when Francis looks into Harve Presnell's heavily made-up eyes and fake eyebrows and feigns a swoon, one can only scoff. Presnell must be the oldest college student in cinema history; with a copper-colored toupee and ascots around his neck, he looks like one of the faculty's veteran members. Francis has a pleasant singing voice--and isn't a terrible actress--but she is defeated by the non-existent script and hopeless, leaden direction. Thank goodness grinning-like-mad Liberace is on hand to save this from the barrel's bottom. * from ****

Wow...how awful is this?! A rock and roll remake of Girl Crazy with the Gershwin songs included and sung, almost trad style inbetween boppy gems from Hermans Hermits. There seemed to be a theme in the early to mid 60s of making Elvis movies without Elvis....just everyone else who might have managed a support role were all clumped together in some hideous alternate version of GIRL HAPPY or TICKLE ME or ROUSTABOUT because WHEN THE BOYS MEET THE GIRLS is the mashed potato version of any two reels (strung together) of those films. MGM specialised in them and we were gleefully offered WHERE THE BOYS ARE or GET YOURSELF A COLLEGE GIRL or COME FLY WITH ME or whatever film was thought of that sounded like any of the above titles. It all becomes a ghastly bag of singing jellies after a while. For some bizarre reason (like trying to please EVERYONE, Bollywood style) this pic also has Louis Armstrong and Liberace good for some completely inappropriate appearances......and I defy anyone not to be constantly appalled every 5 minutes. Connie Francis screeches her way whether singing or, well screeching, and Harve Presnell (about 11ft tall and 35years old and apparently still at college) fresh from THE UNSINKABLE MOLLY BROWN) gets a ginger hair doo and does his best to avoid sounding like Chad Everett who should have been in this instead. You will occasionally Hurrumph and mostly exclaim horror to whoever you watch this with. I loved it.

Harmless time-waster about the appealing Connie Francis and her father who open a new night club, which gives Sue Ane Langdon, Liberace and others an excuse to show off their musical talents.