. . . tobacco consumption, and Women's Lib. The title character's custodial Grandmother Mouse is anything but nurturing. She's puffing thick clouds of black second-hand smoke from her corncob pipe into her grandson's face when she's not fouling their environment by spitting out black gobs of chew here, there, and everywhere. Though sonny boy is in a state of perpetual training to strike out on his own, Granny always is able to go him one better, deflating his ego and chance at Independence. Where Grandson wrestles down a mature tree and begins slicing it into boards with his bare paws, she calls him a wimp, punches out a similar-sized tree trunk, turning its final section into a bucket of wooden clothespins with one last bash. Thoroughly humiliated by this turn of events, the beleaguered Youth sneaks out of his Cabin of Horror that night for a heavyweight championship bout against a bulldog in a nearby city. When Granny hears the radio fight commentator say that her descendant is on the ropes, she bicycles into the city like a crazed Elvira Gulch, and knocks out the Champ with one punch. Then she spanks her woozy ward in Mid-ring. With a Granny like that, who needs enemies?
Review of The Country Mouse
The Country Mouse
(1935)
THE COUNTRY MOUSE seems to promote child abuse . . .
11 March 2016
Warning: Spoilers