Visiting con man William Gillespie lectures Our Gang's mothers on an impoverished tribe he made up. "The Trombonians do not ask for charity," he says. "Just money." So the mothers decide to produce a play for the kids to act in.
I am not fond of the kiddie movie in which the kids put on a show, which is rotten, but this one avoids the problems I hope with that situation by placing the blame for the disaster on the mothers, who are all geniuses and so are their kids. Which they are not. Our Gang, as envisioned by studio head Hal Roach and so ably executed by series producer-director Robert MacGowan, was about ordinary kids, with plenty of imagination. Good kids, too. Anyone could join, and that was comforting to parents and children alike. And if things go wrong, well, that's the trouble with parents.
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