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Bobby Clark and Paul McCullough made up one of the crazy comedy teams of the 1930s, at least until McCullough died in 1936 and Clark went on to a long career on Broadway. To the modern eye, their Pre-Code shorts border on burlesque and this one, set in a hotel during a political convention during which they frame rival candidate James Finlayson is no exception. Clark mostly stands aside, making wise cracks and McCullough is his put-upon stooge.
There is one lovely little sequence in which seemingly dozens of strangers wander through their hotel, including a couple of gun men and a woman looking for a bath -- "We've only been here a few weeks" explains Clark. It's funny and should amuse you, but it's too chaotic for my taste.
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