. . . "Olive" moons America's favorite sailor, along with a leering "Bluto" and an indifferent "Wimpy," as she exhibits and flaunts her nether regions while strutting on a catwalk above the male trio illuminated by a Lunar Klieg Light. By the time A DREAM WALKING lurched onto the Big Screen, America already was in the grip of a Female Troubles Epidemic, with some women going "on the dot" by Age 9, while others NEVER achieved that critical First Period. Olive obviously belongs to the latter camp, failing to "fill out" with the sort of curves, bells, and whistles generally expected of adult women. Such non-bloomers as Olive tend to become embittered screechy harridans, as epitomized by Ms. O.'s closing tirade during A DREAM WALKING. No wonder that America's current Vice President was so insistent while holding his previous post upon having Hoosier Hussies mail him their used monthly paraphernalia to prove that they were actually fully-functioning females. Perhaps the burgeoning legion of exceptions to this Indiana Rule can be dubbed as A NIGHTMARE WALKING!
Review of A Dream Walking
A Dream Walking
(1934)
About halfway through this risque "Popeye" outing . . .
23 July 2019
Warning: Spoilers