Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Rogues Tavern (1936), Robert F Hill.


Lazy, lazy, lazy!  Indistinct characters, corny jokes and someone running around with a puppet made from a stuffed dog!  Aside from the decent finale in which one of our B-actresses is allowed to chew the scenery to her heart's content, this one's a dud.  The foley artist was on the ball though, I definitely heard every shoe step.


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