GetPapa Far from Perfect, Far from Terrible

Lancoor A very feeble attempt at affirmatie action

Teddie Blake The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

Zandra The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

marcus_stokes2000 *Mr. B Natural SPOILERS* A tale of psychedelic terror erupts when a transgender fairy who seems to be downing entire BOTTLES of Prozac, DAILY, because she has the most insufferably perky disposition ever and speaks at such a high tone I bet cats and dogs were running away from her howling in pain, looking female but calling him/herself Mr. B Natural magically appears in a young kid, Buzz's room, scaring him into buying an instrument and learning how to use it by playing many of them and dancing to her own music like a retard because playing in the school band makes you 'cool'. Yeah, in an alternate universe, maybe.This is a truly, absolutely, completely, utterly terrible short, aptly defined the 'Manos, The Hands Of Fate' of shorts, which it actually is. I wonder if Conn Enterprises realized at the time which EVIL had they unleashed on the world...But MST3K, as usual, has saved us by diluting the horribleness of this psychotic trans gendered transvestite (a woman who thinks she's a man - way before Brandon Teena - Teena Brandon in Boys Don't Cry - eating Prozac for breakfast and terrorizing young men: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!) in what amounts to one of the funniest MSTs of a short.As for the main character: 'Shame on you, Mr B. Natural, have you got no sense of decency??' Mr B. Natural: 1/10 (but deserves -100000000000000000000000000000000000000000/10).

Ravenswing Pity the Conn instrument manufacturers -- which are still, possibly alarmingly, in business today -- aren't still doing media advertisements, because I might run into one of their infomercials on late night cable.Late night cable not existing yet in the 1950s, this ghastly short made its way into the classrooms of the day ... perhaps as a result of sweetheart deals and kickbacks to local high school music departments. Sporting a Grade C Mary Martin-clone speaking in a helium-driven voice, the audience is shown the dubious message that the route to high school popularity is to join the band, and of course to buy only the most expensive possible instruments.While this was seemingly the last thing (and one of the only, as to that) Ms. Luster did in show business, one can't help but think that the director, costumer and set designer had good times ahead working for the 1960s' Batman show.3/10.

thecolororange I saw this film on mystery science theater 3000 (that funny movie riffing show with the robots) and I am truly a new man (i feel ill)I could be blunt and attack the film as "an early introduction of severe homosexuality" or as "bring kids to the worshipping of satan," but I won't; what I will say is this: I think there is more to the spirit of music than an insane man-woman dancing to the sousafone and yelling fun fun fun. A MUST SEE

aesgaard41 This short was made the same year I was born, and when my music teacher in elementary school showed it to me, I didn't rush out and get an instrument. I went home, locked the window and checked under the bed for women who dress like Peter Pan and pass themselves off as guys. Actually, Betty Luster is sort of attractive in her own way, but she should have stuck to singing on variety shows. As Mr(s). B. Natural, she is so sickingly sweet, jovial and spirited that even Marcia Brady would have slapped her. The production staff must have been laughing under their breaths as she is forced to keep a painful, perpetual smile and jump around like Tinkerbell on acid. If this had been a movie, gawdforbid, I think she really would have ended her visit with sucking the lifeforce out of the boy and moving on to the next one.