pixrox1 Review of To My Unborn Son

To My Unborn Son (1943)

"Like all men, Peter assumed his child would be a son . . . "

[7/10 · 30 April 2019]

. . . states this Patriarchal live-action short, TO MY UNBORN SON. "Mr. Ravitch" is one of those benighted guys who doesn't even bother to suggest a prenatal ultrasound for his spouse, blissfully ignorant of the biological fact that there is at least a 50-50 chance that his progeny will be of the distaff persuasion. But as is usually the case in Tinsel Town, this possibility never occurs to the director, writer, and producer of TO MY UNBORN SON, either. These misogynist pigs do not even bother to give a film credit to Mrs. Ravitch, the undisputed star of this story. After all, what good does it do a man to spread seeds across the face of the land, if he does not involve a woman in the procedure? (Anyone who has studied Biology 101 knows that if one sex is to be left out--as the ill-informed M-G-M credits people insist upon doing here--it's the MALES, and NOT the females, as parthenogenesis proves.) Adding in salt to injury, TO MY UNBORN SON ends before Peter's mystery offspring is even born. As anyone who has seen THE WIVES OF HENRY VIII or followed "Billy Bigelow's" struggles during CAROUSEL will remember, those men Hell-bent upon siring baby boys are the most likely dudes to be shooting straight "X" chromosomes! No doubt TO MY UNBORN SON set back America's martial effort during the Second World War considerably, not to mention the basic understanding of human biology among the general populace.