Summary
A moonlit farce that begins with a marriage license fluttering through sleepy streets like a moth on the lam, Torchy and Orange Blossoms is less a love story than a slapstick fugue on the elusiveness of legitimacy itself. Johnny Hines, jitterbugging through the frame as the irrepressible Torchy, volunteers to shepherd his pal’s courthouse paperwork—only to watch it vanish into the gears of a night patrolman’s bicycle, shredded beneath spokes like confetti at a funeral for propriety. What follows is a pinball symphony: a false arrest for forgery, a bakery doubling as both refuge and kangaroo court, and a jailhouse whose iron bars become percussion instruments for the city’s subconscious rhythms. Flour clouds replace wedding confetti; handcuffs double as engagement rings; orange-blossom perfume, once the scent of innocence, curdles into the sour whiff of municipal incompetence. By the time the lovers finally bolt across county lines, the film has braided elopement and imprisonment so tightly that freedom itself feels like another holding cell with better lighting.
Synopsis
Torchy attempts to facilitate the elopement of a friend. Loss of the license, false arrest, divers adventures in a bakery and intricate happenings in a jail figure in the action.
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