World War II propaganda at its finest, this technicolor burst of anarchy tosses Daffy Duck into the fight, as he bedevils and bonks those idiotic Nazi’s, encouraging his fellow Americans to do the same in real life.
Unlike the Warner Bros. cartoons attacking the Japanese — which always depicted that Axis group with buckteeth — this is mostly absent the racism of the time.
Though it does find plenty of time to mock Hitler, at one point comparing him to a skunk.
But, if you’re gonna complain about that, well…
“Where’s my pants? Here’s your girdle!!”
My kingdom for a good night’s sleep.
Daffy Duck and Porky Pig are wage slaves having trouble getting to work early enough to punch the time clock in this always-fun slice o’ joy from 1944.
Every night the duo go to bed with plans to be punctual, only to have their nighttime reverie rudely interrupted by a string of inconveniences.
Yowling cats, a leaky roof, even an impudent moon (which is no match for Daffy and his shotgun) make life tough, while ensuring that we, the viewers, have plenty to chuckle about.
Crazy as he wants to be.
In just his third silver screen adventure, a truly loony Woody Woodpecker stares down the Grim Reaper, and that’s just the start of things.
After that, our giggly psycho goes to war with a rascally puddy tat after the duo get stuck without any food, thanks to a sudden winter storm.
Out come the knives and axes, and a little hot sauce, with the kitchen turning into a Thunderdome.
For a film that’s nearly 80 years old, the colors really pop.
Violent, sort of creepy, and odd – they don’t make them like this anymore.
“Tell me Sylvester, is there any insanity in your family?”
An oblivious Porky Pig (what’s new?) and his thoroughly freaked-out cat companion stop off for the night in a dusty town on the edge of the frontier, and things get dicy.
There seems to be no one else around in Dry Gulch, and probably for good reason, as the local mice — depicted as glowing eyes in the darkness — seem set on murder and mayhem.
Sylvester tries his darnedest to get the duo moving back to the big city, lickety-split, but Porky hasn’t a clue.
Seven minutes of paranoid brilliance.
I’ve never been a huge Bugs Bunny fan.
Yes, he’s the big man on campus, but that’s the problem.
Bugs, like the Road Runner, rarely lost, and that gets old fast.
Give me Daffy, Porky or Sylvester, characters far more prone to getting frazzled, losing their cool, coming up short, or just getting the shaft.
That’s where the humor comes in.
But, there are exceptions, and this cartoon is one, as Bugs finally runs into a situation he can’t control.
Suddenly the BMOC is pulled down into the fray, and I start liking him a whole lot more.