A salty mixture of American ham and Arabian unbelievable. "The Road to Morocco" is crazier and funnier than either of its two predecessors. It would have been the best comedy of the year but the directors and script writers worked too hard. They combined the dialogue and action so neatly the number of good goes are lost while the audience is howling at the slapstick.

There's plenty of slapstick mostly a clever rehash of the best parts in "The Road to Singapore" and The Road to Zanzibar," Bob Hope and Bing Crosby get chased around until they run into Dorothy Lamour. Then they enter the chase, neither overlooking the slightest opportunity to cut the other's throat. The only hand between them is the memory of their common "Aunt Lucy" whose ghostly form makes numerous and picturesque appearances throughout the picture. Bing eventually comes out the winner. He gets the girl. But Bob manages to corral a choice specimen from his temporary harem, and he doesn't seem a bit dissatisfied with his fate.

Acting honors are pretty evenly divided between Hope and Crosby. Bob has the more sympathetic role--he gets kicked around by just about everybody--but Bing provides the perfect contrast, besides singing as well as ever. Definitely the weak sister of the featured trio, Dorothy Lamour looks adequate if nothing more. Fortunately she isn't asked to engage in the battle of quips that rages around her. A couple of wise-cracking camels are the only real competition for Paramount's daffy duo. They don't mind when Bob actually succeeds in making a monkey out of himself. But when Bob and Bing give a hot foot to a whole Arab tribe, they give the audience a camel's-eye view of the human race. As they see it, man is a pretty hopeless animal. Anyone seeing "The Road to Morocco" will have a fine time in agreeing.