A Jungle Holiday: Monkeys, Music, and Water Games

Is this thing worth your time?

Honestly? Only if you have a very specific interest in low-budget musical shorts from a bygone era. If you’re looking for a coherent story or anything resembling professional production, keep walking. People who love oddities and movies that feel like they were made in a backyard on a Sunday afternoon will get a kick out of this. If you value your sanity, skip it.

So, the movie opens with Marty Monk. He’s got his concert band, and they’re just jamming in the jungle. It’s exactly as strange as it sounds. The instruments look like they’ve seen better days, and the sound mixing is… well, it’s a choice. You can barely hear the music over the rustling of the leaves. 🐒

Then Stacy shows up. She’s a girl monkey. Don't ask me how Marty communicates with her, but they hit it off pretty fast. There’s no dialogue, just a lot of wide-eyed staring and frantic gestures. It’s almost sweet in a completely bizarre way.

Then things take a turn for the weird. Suddenly, there’s a water competition. It just happens. One minute they’re hanging out by the trees, the next they’re splashing around in a creek. It felt like I missed an entire reel of film, or maybe the director just got bored with the musical bit and wanted to see some wet fur.

Random Notes:

• The drum set is just a hollow log. I respect the hustle.
• There is a moment where Stacy the monkey looks directly into the camera for about ten seconds too long. It was actually kind of unnerving.
• The water competition consists entirely of splashing. Nobody wins. Or if they do, nobody tells the audience.
• If you want to see a movie with a bit more of a professional edge, maybe check out The Master Crook, though that’s not exactly high art either.
• Romer Grey seems to be having the time of his life, which is frankly the most confusing part of the whole production.

The whole thing wraps up so abruptly that I thought my screen had frozen. No closing credits, no resolution to the water games, just a hard cut to black. It’s messy, it’s short, and it’s definitely not going to be anyone’s favorite movie. But hey, it’s not trying to be a The Cowboy and the Lady-level production, so maybe I should cut it some slack. 🌴

I left the film feeling like I just witnessed a fever dream from 1920. It doesn't make sense, but it exists. And honestly? That's enough for today.