Reviews written by Unknown Tag: 'Username' (9 reviews)
Reviews written by Unknown Tag: 'Username' (9 reviews)
Dime To Retire
Reviewed by: mreiof, September 21, 2007
Whenever the wise-quacking Daffy bedevils the gullible Porky, the plot is usually a hunting misadventure. In “Dime To Retire,” director Robert McKimson cleverly relocates the pair out of the wetlands and into a sophisticated and well-told tale straight out of suburban America. Porky is the weary traveling salesman looking for a room and Daffy is the unscrupulous motel proprietor who entices his victim with a flat that rents for only ten cents! It seems too good to be true, and it is, because Daffy begins infiltrating one pest after another into Porky’s room, to be removed only upon receipt of a “fee.” Each nuisance is bigger than the last (first a mouse, to be removed by a cat, who is driven out by a dog, etc.), and so are the fees. By the time Porky gets an elephant for a roommate (who is evicted with a mouse, beginning the pest cycle again), con-man Daffy is fleecing Porky big-time. Disgusted, Porky exits the motel, but nervy Daffy follows and confronts Porky at his car to demand the original ten cents. When Porky refuses, Daffy seizes his baggage. This final act of greed will have serious repercussions because the bags are labeled “Acme Blasting Powder Co.” In triumph, Daffy marches his feathered fanny back inside his motel, unaware that both are marked for demolition because he's left a trail of gunpowder which ignites when Porky’s jalopy backfires. Once Porky departs, a huge explosion rattles the motel, after which Daffy peers from the door, looking disheveled and a little embarrassed, but otherwise unharmed (despite his cool front, Daffy conceals a hot behind: his defenseless derrière was a perfect target for Porky's combustive merchandise—now, with fanny aflame, smart-ass Daffy is host to a fierce and fiery spanking!). Anticipating the cartoon's grand finale, Daffy breezily requests "a little traveling music, please" and closes the door. When he gets his cue, "liar, liar" Daffy bolts from his motel with buns blazing, doing his trademark "woo-hoo!" as he shakes his flaming rump. With his ruined business behind him and his behind facing ruin, the ex-hotelier high-tails it for the hills, putting on a terrific show as the flames goose him at every turn. As the cartoon irises-out with his helpless fanny still on fire (woo-hoo!), it's clear Daffy will be feeling the burn long after the cartoon is over. It's a well-done end he richly deserves, and it's a shame Porky wasn't there to enjoy the show.
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Old enough for Medicare, but holding up well!
Reviewed by: mreiof, April 22, 2005
The premise is simplicity itself: Mickey and his pals are on vacation in Hawaii. There is no plot, and practically no dialogue, we simply see the characters engaged in activities appropriate for the islands. And the gang's all here: Minnie and Donald dance the hula while Mickey plays his guitar, Pluto has close encounters with a starfish and a crab, and Goofy suffers repeated headaches trying to catch a wave on an uncooperative surf. Animation from this era may seem "slower" when compared to the breakneck pacing perfected by Bob Clampett and Tex Avery in the 1940s, but here the unhurried gait fits the material perfectly. A mellow Hawaiian vacation is the perfect opportunity to show off the lush colors and meticulous backgrounds that dominate each frame, and the action performed by each character in turn is remarkably natural and convincing. For example, the hula is an interpretive dance, and when Donald hulas, his moves and expression seem to cry out, "I'm on vacation!" He even does an about-face and boldly shakes a tail-feather, bringing his grass skirt within range of a crackling bonfire. His hula soon goes from interpretive to inflammable as he continues his booty-shake with his fanny on fire! Also noteworthy is the "split-screen" action above and below water level as Goofy searches for his "missing" surfboard (while under water, Goofy's animation is especially "fluid"). The only real weakness is Mickey himself, who utters not one word during the entire toon. By 1937 he was already the "hole in the doughnut," and having Minnie on hand to carry this slacker on slack-key guitar only draws attention to his diminishing comic potential. What she ever saw in him is anyone's guess.
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Reviewed by: mreiof, June 05, 2004
In this tale of role reversal, director Freleng locates Tweety, Sylvester and Hector the bulldog on Granny's farm. Granny entrusts Hector with guarding Tweety, threatening violence if any harm should come to her bird. The setting enables a series of barnyard misadventures, in which Tweety and Sylvester encounter the various residents of the farm. The climax comes in the chicken coop where Sylvester is disguised as a hen in pursuit of Tweety, who is disguised as a chick. Sylvester's ruse backfires when the head rooster collars the cat and demands he prove he's a hen-by laying an egg. Convinced he's caught an imposter, the aggressive rooster says, "If you can't lay an egg, let's see you hatch one!" He drops a hand grenade in the nest and presses the helpless cat upon it. Unable to move, Sylvester catches the full force of the blast in the rump, and rises from the nest with his fanny in flames, much to his alarm (and the rooster's satisfaction). He flees the chicken coop just as Hector discovers Tweety's cage empty. With Granny approaching, the dog grabs Sylvester, paints him yellow and crams him into the cage. This time the ruse works, and Tweety, disgusted that Granny can't tell the difference, decides that he may as well be the "putty tat," and plays the role with a meowing hissy fit. Who thought life on the farm could be so complicated?
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