The Luck of the Irish (1948)

Plodding story about a journalist who sells out to a politician, but is saved by a grateful leprechaun. See, the journalist was in Ireland and could've taken the wee one's pot of gold but didn't so...whatever. For all the attempts at whimsy, it only succeeds in being dull as dirt.

Ann Baxter as the country lass the guy should (so, of course, DOES) wind up with is lovely despite an accent so thick I could scarcely understand her most of the time.

D+