A young man wins a swimming meet. Who'd've thought that a short time before, he was afraid to get into the water. Fortunately, a swimming coach sat down with him for three minutes, and hey, presto, he overcame his fear.
It's one of the seemingly innumerable, simplistic, and dull Coronet short subjects that offered seemingly simple and foolproof solutions to the myriad problems that afflict youngsters. They are all of them earnest, and many have consultants with impressive-sounding degrees attached to their names. Almost all of them seem to be about middle-class neuroses of youngsters who have comfortable lives. I'm not trying to imply that these problems did not exist, but I wonder how out-of-touch they must have seemed to their intended audience.
It's one of the seemingly innumerable, simplistic, and dull Coronet short subjects that offered seemingly simple and foolproof solutions to the myriad problems that afflict youngsters. They are all of them earnest, and many have consultants with impressive-sounding degrees attached to their names. Almost all of them seem to be about middle-class neuroses of youngsters who have comfortable lives. I'm not trying to imply that these problems did not exist, but I wonder how out-of-touch they must have seemed to their intended audience.
