Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

Look, if you have a soft spot for early variety shorts and want to see how they tried to string musical acts together before the days of actual editing, maybe give it a spin. If you are easily annoyed by dated, somewhat cringey puppetry or need a cohesive plot, you are going to hate this. It’s a very specific kind of weird.
The whole thing starts with this marionette just wandering into a projection room. It starts messing with the equipment like it’s no big deal. It’s kind of funny in a 'why is this happening' sort of way.
Then we just jump into these musical numbers. Anson Weeks and his orchestra are fine, I guess. It’s that standard, snappy sound from the era. It reminded me a bit of the frantic energy in The Cross Country Bunion Race, even though that’s a completely different beast.
Bob Crosby shows up, too. He’s got that voice that just floats over the music. But the transitions are just… nonexistent. The puppet pops back in to 'start' the next act, and it feels like the director just hoped we wouldn't notice the seams.
It’s not trying to be a deep cinematic statement. It feels like someone just grabbed a camera, a puppet, and a few band members and said, 'Let’s just film this.' It’s messy, sure. But there’s something honest about how unpolished the whole thing is. It’s way less pretentious than, say, Westfront 1918, obviously, but then again, they aren't trying to do the same thing at all. 🎷
I don't think I'll be revisiting this, but it’s a weird little curiosity. Just don't go in expecting a masterpiece of narrative structure. It’s just a musical cocktail, shaken, not stirred, and probably served in a slightly dusty glass.
Year
1935
IMDb Rating
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