An MGM Short Subject.
A large group of very special businessmen arrive in Los Angeles and are given extra special treatment by the Hollywood hierarchy of MGM Studios.
This little film was made as a souvenir record of the 1937 MGM Convention, attended by the sales force, distributors, theater managers & various high muckety-mucks from the New York City office of Loew's Inc. - MGM's parent company. Never meant to be seen by the public - hence the unedited profanity - it was rushed through production so as to be ready to be shown at the Convention's opening night banquet.
Basically, it is an exercise in quiet tedium. The inebriated Conventioneers, looking distressingly like a crime family and acting silly with the pretty girls supplied by the Studio, are seen passing time on the Westward heading train. We are then treated to a rather glutinous welcoming speech by Louis B. Mayer, after which comes seemingly endless footage of the relentlessly cheerful hordes disembarking their buses at the Studio. Oscar material, this isn't.
Because of the film's extremely rapid gestation, there is no time for some of the expected niceties. Especially missed is any identification given to individuals in the crowd of sullen stars who eventually show-up, leaving the viewer to quickly ID them as they parade past the camera (`Isn't that Charles Boyer dressed as Napoleon?' `Look! There's little Freddie Bartholomew!' `That has to be Oliver Hardy!')
The film's humorous opening credits claim Leo (the Lion) as the entire creative & production crew.
A large group of very special businessmen arrive in Los Angeles and are given extra special treatment by the Hollywood hierarchy of MGM Studios.
This little film was made as a souvenir record of the 1937 MGM Convention, attended by the sales force, distributors, theater managers & various high muckety-mucks from the New York City office of Loew's Inc. - MGM's parent company. Never meant to be seen by the public - hence the unedited profanity - it was rushed through production so as to be ready to be shown at the Convention's opening night banquet.
Basically, it is an exercise in quiet tedium. The inebriated Conventioneers, looking distressingly like a crime family and acting silly with the pretty girls supplied by the Studio, are seen passing time on the Westward heading train. We are then treated to a rather glutinous welcoming speech by Louis B. Mayer, after which comes seemingly endless footage of the relentlessly cheerful hordes disembarking their buses at the Studio. Oscar material, this isn't.
Because of the film's extremely rapid gestation, there is no time for some of the expected niceties. Especially missed is any identification given to individuals in the crowd of sullen stars who eventually show-up, leaving the viewer to quickly ID them as they parade past the camera (`Isn't that Charles Boyer dressed as Napoleon?' `Look! There's little Freddie Bartholomew!' `That has to be Oliver Hardy!')
The film's humorous opening credits claim Leo (the Lion) as the entire creative & production crew.