The gold was thinning out by the time of Gold Diggers in Paris, but there's still just enough there to make this last of the series a fairly enjoyable piece of fluff. Economics and the law of diminishing returns caught up with this sequel, however, and the lack of budget shows. It's not so apparent in the dialogue scenes, although one or two sets are a bit too obviously phony and it's clear that the real title should have been "Gold Diggers in a Paris-like Backlot." The bigger problem is with the musical numbers, which are the reason the film was made in the first place. Choreographer Busby Berkeley was by this time having a hard time coming up with new and fresh ideas for numbers. The fact that he was someone whose strength was concept and vision rather than actual dance steps further hamstrung him when, as here, he wasn't given the money to make those concepts and vision come to life. There are a couple of nice Berkeley touches here and there, most notably a gigantic Navy cap that dominates one number; but for the most part, the dance sequences are acceptable rather than inspired. The cast is amiable enough, and Rudy Vallee and Rosemary Lane are in fine voice; they can't do much with the weak script, but who could? The Schnickelfritz Band provides some quirky musical interludes that will remind viewers of the later Spike Jones, and Harry Warren's tunes are engaging. If Gold Diggers in Paris is rather too thin, it's certainly good enough for audiences in an undemanding mood.