Gulp. This is probably the part where I begin to take a beating, boys and girls. This is where you start to get antsy, and may even start to get threatened by me! This is the part where you pick up those clubs and those torches and start to tar and feather me!
But before you reach for that pitchfork, O disgruntled fellow film zealot, I beg you to refrain from sending me to the infirmary for at least the time being, and let's instead concentrate on reviewing this short, or should I say, this poor little angel that never did anybody any harm, that peculiarly ends so abruptly, and some might even say awkwardly.
What can I say about the series ender? All you other film reviewers tend to put it so beautifully already that it's superfluous of me to make an endeavor of it myself, no matter how well-intentioned it may be.
But I'll try anyway, as if I've done many, many times before, and as usual, I can't wait to get my hands on it!!! (wink, wink)
The All-American all-star quarterback Jim Thorpe is hilarious playing an Indian, and he was, in fact, a Native American in real life. I believe he came from the Cherokee Nation, and proud and illustrious people. One of the greatest to ever toss the pigskin is here to provide some humor, alongside a slew of talented and memorable characters that includes Toby Wing, Harry Baker, and such. Dave Sharpe plays hide and seek as one of the reporters in on the scoop of this hillbilly mini-adventure. If you don't blink, you can find him hanging around the other newspaper people with their cute little pads and pencils.
The girls bet they can rough it out in the jungle for ten days, and in that space of time, they come across Thorpe, a grinning panther (with violent white eyes), and all the irregular sounds of nature. Nature in the raw? Don't I wish it were, but it DOES contain a few extremely precious moments in it that I just adore, even though it doesn't end it the way I would have, with Cornbread Jones showing us just how romantic he can get with a lady in his arms.
Prancing around like a pair of hillbilly sprites or countrified wood nymphs, they gleefully go on yet another merry adventure, which ended up being Miss Kelly's and Miss Roberti's last two-reeler together.
I regret it all ends this way, and that Cornbread wasn't there at the end of the short to give our fair, sweet maiden a kiss upon her honey-sweet brow. Couldn't they wait around for ol' Cornbread for the cameras to start rolling?! I guess not... Ah, well... I give it a ten, though you think I'm probably a yoo-hoo for doing so.
