For some unexplained reason, sales of waffle irons have plummeted. Evelyn Foster, president of the Magic Circle Waffle Iron Company, and Richard Wright, president of the Four Square Waffle ... See full summary »
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For some unexplained reason, sales of waffle irons have plummeted. Evelyn Foster, president of the Magic Circle Waffle Iron Company, and Richard Wright, president of the Four Square Waffle Iron Company, decide to merge their companies and get married as well. When Richard insists that the new company make square waffle irons rather than round ones, Evelyn calls off the marriage and the company merger. Richard meets a Hindu yogi, who helps him win Evelyn back. Written by
David Glagovsky <dglagovsky@prodigy.net>
With the end of short subject production at the Roach studios in 1936, MGM expanded its production of comedy shorts. Unhappily, MGM rarely turned out top comedies, and this short subject is a fairly typical exemplar of the problem: it is overwritten with a plot about two waffle iron heirs breaking up their impending marriage over the shape of waffles. Add in a glum Benny Rubin as an Indian yogi, a couple of pointless songs, director Felix Feist who never seemed to add anything to the mix and two leads with no particular comedy ability and you have this piece. The whole thing is topped off with a dance number that is performed on a giant waffle iron. Like so many of the overproduced MGM comedy shorts, the effect is bizarre, rather than funny.
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With the end of short subject production at the Roach studios in 1936, MGM expanded its production of comedy shorts. Unhappily, MGM rarely turned out top comedies, and this short subject is a fairly typical exemplar of the problem: it is overwritten with a plot about two waffle iron heirs breaking up their impending marriage over the shape of waffles. Add in a glum Benny Rubin as an Indian yogi, a couple of pointless songs, director Felix Feist who never seemed to add anything to the mix and two leads with no particular comedy ability and you have this piece. The whole thing is topped off with a dance number that is performed on a giant waffle iron. Like so many of the overproduced MGM comedy shorts, the effect is bizarre, rather than funny.