Well worth $4.99, The Pajama Game.
Now, as with the earlier-this-week discussion of On the Town, it's clear I don't understand what makes a man attractive. (Of Jules Munshin, Frank Sinatra and Gene Kelly, I thought that Sinatra seemed the most like a savvy New Yorker, Kelly the most like a farmboy but was told Kelly's ten times more sexy than Sinatra and Munshin the most farmboyish. Surprised me, but I'm learning.) So take it with many grains of salt when I say that John Raitt is insufficiently handsome.
The Pajama Game's strength is that it's SO faithful to the Broadway original, using much of the creative team and even some of the cast, including John Raitt, in his only movie lead. And he's got looks, I feel, that one can love from several rows back in a Broadway theatre, but not so much blown up on to a big movie screen. He's a little wooden, although always in fine voice.
But I really love the way the pajama-manufacturing machines seem to dance along with the music. It gives an inkling of the sort of cleverness Bob Fosse brought to the cinema decades later.