Kismet (1955)

Roguish impoverished poet Howard Keel accidentally proves himself to be prophetic to the benefit of corrupt Wazir Sebastian Cabot, while his daughter Ann Blythe falls in love with the disguised caliph Vic Damone in this musical filled with mistaken identities and other mishaps. The plot feels like a retread, the songs are unmemorable, and there is an exceptional amount of glaringly white skin for a desert setting, but Keel and Cabot do well in their over-the-top roles. It’s also filmed in my beloved Cinemascope. While they could have gone further in their design, the costumes and settings are delightful and brightly filmed through that medium.