One of the trouble with a lot of the attempts at producing short subjects in the vein of Our Gang was that few of the people involved, outside of Hal Roach's crew seemed to have any idea of how children behaved or thought. So, in this one, when the children are stuck in a large house with an extensive staff -- there are two uniformed maid, a mother and a doctor at least -- a gang of kids are left alone and they immediately start swinging from the chandeliers and cutting up the adults' clothes with tailor's shears.
You may accuse me of having been a namby-pamby as a small child, but the thought that I could behave that way in my home or anyone else's -- well, leave us alone long enough and we might just possibly work our way up to stuff like that. If we were latch key kids. It would not happen in a house where a parent and at least two servants were present. Ever. So when I look at kiddy comedies like this, in which nice kids behave like it's Billy Ritchie Day in a brickyard, I lose all sense of caring immediately.
Why would anyone look at nonsense like this when he could look at Our Gang?
You may accuse me of having been a namby-pamby as a small child, but the thought that I could behave that way in my home or anyone else's -- well, leave us alone long enough and we might just possibly work our way up to stuff like that. If we were latch key kids. It would not happen in a house where a parent and at least two servants were present. Ever. So when I look at kiddy comedies like this, in which nice kids behave like it's Billy Ritchie Day in a brickyard, I lose all sense of caring immediately.
Why would anyone look at nonsense like this when he could look at Our Gang?
