Friday, October 11, 2013

Bluto's Ear for Musickal Appreshkiashun

Once again, the filmmakers grow weary of the same old opening music when the title of Popeye's latest short is on display.  This time, they give us a preview of the sad accordion music to come after the credits.  And sure enough, there's musician J. Wellington Wimpy grinding away, with his pet monkey to collect tips from an appreciative audience.  (just Olive and Popeye so far).  And get this, Health Department: it's also the monkey's job to feed Wimpy hamburgers!  As we learned from Bridge Ahoy!, Wimpy just can't do a heck of a lot of work without consuming some beef.  You know, like Anthony Bourdain and pork.  What's up with that, anyway?  His trip to Israel must've been pure hell for that reason alone.
Of course, it's not a Popeye cartoon if Bluto's not there raising some hell.  And sure enough, he's appearing at the window of his apartment, and yells at Wimpy to get the hell out of there... not in those words, of course.  The monkey doesn't pick up on Bluto's vibe, unfortunately, and asks him for a coin all the same.  Devious Bluto's got a plan, though: he does technically give Wimpy a coin, but he heats it up with a match first.  The monkey goes ape, scaring a normally unflappable Wimpy, then jumping into the building's rain barrel to cool off.
Alas, this isn't enough for the enraged Bluto, and he redoubles his efforts to get rid of Wimpy.  Popeye comes down to ground level and tries to get Wimpy to stay.  Bluto also comes down to ground level and starts punching at Popeye.  Popeye dodges Bluto's fist, but pulls Wimpy into its path.  The cycle repeats several times, but it breaks when Bluto tells Wimpy to "G-G-G-Go!"  Can you guess how Popeye reacts to that?
Pretty soon, it's tag-team butt kicking against Bluto.  Even Olive gets into the act and breaks a giant vase over Bluto's head.  And then the spinach.  By the end, to cut to the chase, Bluto finds himself passed out and lodged into a piano, and hooked up to a crank, of course.  Popeye's turning the crank, and the busted piano is now belting out a tune.  Popeye, Olive, the monkey, and Wimpy are all there, happily singing away.  Bluto should probably move out of that apartment, to say the least.

-so sayeth The Movie Hooligan

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