Summary
A slapstick phantasmagoria set in the speakeasy era, Sweet Patootie pirouettes on the knife-edge between vaudeville blackout and proto-screwball delirium: two small-time grifters, equal parts Chaplinesque tramp and Prohibition barnacle, crash a high-society soirée masquerading as waiters, only to discover the host’s debutante daughter moonlighting as a cigarette-girl chanteuse; mistaken identities ricochet like champagne corks, counterfeit bonds flutter from trombones, and a Charleston contest devolves into Keystone custody ballet, all while a moonshiners’ raid turns the mansion’s parquet into a trapdoor carnival. The film’s celluloid breath is laced with bathtub gin and flapper perfume, its punchlines timed to a jazz drummer’s rimshots, climaxing in a rooftop chase where a stolen police dirigible becomes Cupid’s gondola.
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