This film is set in Ireland. Apparently, the famed Blarney Stone has been stolen and an insurance investigator (Bing Crosby) has been sent by his company. After all, the rock was insured and they don't want to have to pay off if they can help it. When Bing arrives, the town and especially the constable (Barry Fitzgerald) do not welcome him. So, naturally, it's up to Bing's considerable charms to warm their hearts. One whose heart warmed quite quickly is Fitzgerald's daughter (Ann Blyth)--who becomes smitten with Bing and thinks his arrival signals some sort of weird prophecy.
Overall, the film is a lot of agreeable blarney. It's enjoyable but silly and inconsequential. The songs, while enjoyable, are also easy to forget and the film it NOT another "Going My Way". A few things that kept it from being better (other than the silly plot) were that many of the actors and accents seemed about as Irish as pizza--another is that Ann Blyth was 25 years younger than Bing--and that's just a bit creepy.
