Zis Boom Bah

Oh Gawd. I want to time travel back to Monogram Studios and throttle someone in their 2 room front office for this sloppy musical. It is one watt above flat-lining for 60 of its 61 minutes and then actually shows (for the one thin minute, spread in milli-second blips across the hour) that there is real life talent being badly photographed.I just don't see the point of going to some trouble to actually make this film that could easily be energetic and actually funny and allow lethargy to be the main thing on view. The weird storyline shows cranky vaudeville trouper Grace Hayes bulldozing her blowsy way into a college where her rat-bag son is rich college clown. She's gonna fix his playboy ways, no matter what.Her real life son (weird looking) Peter Hays plays her screen son. His real life wife plays her secretary. Talk about nepotism. I suspect this talent package was almost the raison d'etre for Monogram financing this back-lot musical produced by resident schlockmeister extraordinaire Sam Katzman. As with other Monogram musicals it just looks more like a reason to film recent new furniture purchases and light fittings in order to show off to other studios that Monogram Pictures are 'lavish' in their B grade ways. Have a ghastly look at SWING PARADE OF 1946 for genuine evidence of this: they just constructed this gigantic nightclub set then found an excuse to film actors and musicians running all over it. Story? None. Anyway ZIS BOOM BAH is more BAH than BOOM. Where was Gale Storm and Mantan Mooreland when Monogram really needed them? Probably standing at the boom gate of PRC Pictures wondering if it looked safe to enter there. Junior jive hepster Roland Dupree springs to life to rappety tap his teen legs around two wobbly dance numbers, especially in the 'big show' finale set in the new and expanded malt shoppe/club set. The usual crumpled curtains are loosely hanging on the back wall, and the stage set of mis matched drapery even has one dark main rag that is yanked back and forth as each amateur sequence elbows past the previous one. The chorus girls and their very plain looking partners in this finale just look like Monogram office staff borrowed (from typing and carpentry) for the morning of filming. They have absolutely no dance talent and are so ordinary on screen... ALL the girls look like they are all called Joyce. There is even a costume calamity where they wear frilly hot-pants...on one leg only. It is all so awful and crummy...and actually annoying when one more tweak up by all concerned would result in ZIS being actually FUN. The one strangely interesting thing is the dialog delivery between Grace and her son/daughter in law: it is so casually delivered that it actually works in spite of the script and logic. She has a very life like presence which is the only thing that allows the ridiculous story to be slightly compelling. The Dupree kid is the real star. He can actually do something...in spite of looking like a tubby Liberace tap dancing teen... You read that right.

Having some idle time before going to work, I looked at my "50 Movie Pack Comedy Classics" DVD collection and picked the most obscure title in the pack: Zis Boom Bah starring a forgotten Grace Hayes. "Classics" is obviously the operative word here since most of the titles I've never heard of and I suspect they're all in the public domain. Anyway, this movie also stars her son Peter Lind and his wife Mary Healy (who I just found out is a New Orleans native from the state I live in, Louisiana) with Benny Rubin as a malt shop proprietor and Huntz Hall, taking a break from the East Side Kids, as Peter's buddy. The plot, about a vaudeville mother trying to turn her rich carefree son into a responsible one with him unaware of who she is, is for the birds and doesn't have many funny scenes though I did like Peter's celebrity impersonations and his dance with Hall in drag. And the songs and dances are entertaining in themselves. Rubin, however, is all over the place with his confusion of the American vernacular of the time and almost everything concerning him makes no sense whatsoever (though I did like his funny dance). Since this was only 61 minutes that I'm sure played on the lower-half of the double feature bill, I'll be charitable and give this one a 3 for the few entertaining bits that I mentioned enjoying.

It is a shame that some of the critics of these films fail to take into account the time period when they were made. It seems they try to evaluate them according to the skills and talent of the 2007 era. I find this movie very entertaining, and for the time when made quite appropriate. I went to the movies back in those days and yelled and laughed just as much as the rest of the audience, never once trying to find something wrong with the acting or screenplay. Take for instance the fact that the singing was fully understandable and made sense, as compared to much of the music today with repetitious unintelligible singing by mostly non well trained singers. Of course this is my opinion. As to the tap dancing, I do not remember seeing any of that skill lately.

A typical 1941 movie. Plenty of uniforms showing what is coming. Some good talent that you never heard of. More enjoyable than a Rooney/Garland let's put on a show movie. Just showed on UK Talking Pictures channel.

Grace Hayes is giving up performing. She and protege Mary Healy will hunt new talent, maybe produce.... but first she needs to see her son (played by real-life son Peter Lind Hayes). He thinks she's dead like her father, and his grandfather, president of a small college, has had the raising of him. When she discovers how snobbish and profligate he is, she decides to stick around and reform everyone. Of course that means all the young people will put on a show.

The show within the show is a pretty good one, with some nice tunes -- even Huntz Hall sings, and sings well! -- good tap and chorus line dancing and some nice trumpet playing. If this movie were a revue, it would be a good, if not outstanding musical. It is not, however, a revue, but a book musical, and the story idea is fine, the acting is good, the comedy is a bit corny but well performed. However, either the writers that producer Sam Katzman didn't bother to polish the script so that it made much sense, or editor Robert Golden didn't know how to cut a movie. Maybe both. His credits as an editor are utterly undistinguished, except for one picture: NIGHT OF THE HUNTER. Well, maybe Charles Laughton did the actual editing on that one and Golden just handling the physical side of the job.

Despite the poor result, it must have been a happy set. Miss Healy would marry Mr. Hayes and they would live and perform together until his death.