Review of The Wildcat

. . . World War Two. As depicted during THE WILDCAT, a Germanic army cannot fight its way out of a carpet bag. Populated by fops and drunks, the hapless military menagerie shown here is sure to raise the blood pressure of any would-be Fuhrer. In fact, the furor evoked by THE WILDCAT created a lasting backlash against the sort of gypsy-like nomads making up its on-screen bandit gang, as well as creating animosity toward the general ilk of Artsy-Fartsy types behind the camera. If THE WILDCAT was originally intended as a pointed prick to puncture the blimp of Prussian Hot Air emanating from the Kaiser's recently disemboweled Military\Industrial Complex, any small short-term achievement in this regard constitutes a Classic Pyrrhic Victory. With the help of a slew of U.S. collaborators professing to be "feeling sorry" for the losers of World War One, THE WILDCAT soon instigated a revival of the Teutonic War Machine that was Bigger and Better then ever before. History may record that a self-styled cadre of elitist "Film Buffs" enjoyed the last laugh elicited by THE WILDCAT, but aren't these pompous proles "Whistling Dixie" over 100 million graves?