So Rick Prelinger's been down the chimney again with that big sack of his - and the third of the Bobby Breen movies. Quite apart from the fairly revolutionary - for its time - Amish background,familiar faces such as Charlie Ruggles or Dolores Costello can only be plusses in what is a fairly typical typical Breen opus. Where it verges off to the left, in a major way, is the addition of child skating prodigy Irene Dare. If you were tight lipped over the lubricous exploitation of the infant Shirley Temple, well, you ain't seen nothing. I first watched the movie two years ago and spent the intervening period wondering how it ever snuk past the Mothers Of America - seeing it again has me wondering anew. Some nice little songs, Bobby's always professional and cheery disposition when under fire - keep them coming Rick and more power to your projector.
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