I have seen many movies but have never been so moved as when watching Paramount Victory Short No. T2-4: The Aldrich Family Gets in the Scrap (1943). The plot swept me along and the characterizations were perfect. The anger and disdain you feel for the Aldrich family as they thoughtlessly discard their scrap metal is almost palpable. And when the helpful , godlike narrator, speaking from some high, ethereal unknown plane, finally gets them to start collecting their scrap and turning it into government collection centers to be used in the war effort, I won't lie to you...I wept. Like a little freaking poopy bottom baby. I'm tearing up again right now just thinking of how much I wept back then.
Two thumbs up, and I am so overwhelmed that I am thinking of going to the morgue, collecting more thumbs, and pointing them up in a little diorama....a little garden of dismembered thumbs all pointing heavenward saluting the glorious fourteen minutes and twelve seconds that is...Paramount Victory Short No. T2-4: The Aldrich Family Gets in the Scrap (1943)
