Os Três Magos da Alegria

Too often the Ritz boys were not allowed to just let loose and run away with a picture like other comedy teams of the time. Even as headliners in this one, they are not really given the chance to shine as characters. In "Life", they are three college-campus tailors who befriend an American Indian who shows up as a freshman and is promptly abused by his classmates.

Fans of the politically correct steer clear, as this film does not treat Native Americans with a whole lot of respect. The first shot of the film is a sign identifying the college as a school for American Indians. A girl says, "I've never seen an Indian here". An older gentleman replies, "Oh the school was started for Indians, but they have schools on reservations now. A few years back an Indian tried to go here, but of course we ran him out!" Enter Nat Pendleton as the latest Indian, nearly running folks over on his motorcycle.

But back to the Ritzes. They get three specialty song and dance numbers entirely unrelated to the plot. Some good crazy dancing. One or two funny scenes otherwise. Meanwhile the leading man is entirely unlikeable and a bad actor to boot, so we don't even root for him to get the girl. Tony Martin has what amounts to a cameo. Joan Davis fans will be pleased.

Nat Pendleton as "George" the American Indian rings the changes of just about every possible stereotype ("Me-um, How, etc.) that the most gutter-minded person could imagine. It's not quite at the level of "Birth of A Nation" but comes close. I know this was a different and less sensitive time, and maybe it is wrong to judge it by current standards. At best, it is an indicator of how far we have come in the 80 years since it was filmed.

I enjoyed this movie very much. Plenty of good humor if you're not overly woke. The drop dead gorgeous, Marjorie Weaver it's only in the movie at the 42 - 46 minute mark, and she has no lines!

A hilarious scene is actually the one with Marjorie Weaver. Here, the Ritz are bribing the college dean to keep the coach. A lot of good humor and song and dance. I laughed out loud several times while viewing.

42-year-old Nat Pendleton plays an Indian (with a wooden-Indian manner of speaking that disappears towards the end) who goes to college. Everyone dumps on him, save the Ritz Brothers, but when he starts winning football games for the college, everyone likes him.

It's a Ritz Brothers movie, their first feature with the names above the title. Their on-at-all-times stereo shtick comedy doesn't appeal to me, but director William Seiter deals effectively with my usual dislike by filling the movie with subplots common to college movies of the era: romance (Gloria Stuart plays the daughter of football coach Fred Stone and her rocky romance with pursuing Dick Baldwin), band music (Tony Martin sings a few songs) and, of course, football. Why there's even a brief scene in a classroom!

The best comedy performance is Joan Davis'. She plays a co-ed in hot pursuit of Nat Pendleton, and her barely-repressed craziness and timing are the most amusing thing in this rote movie.

The movie works all right as an average programmer. If you're fond of the Rotz Brothers, you'll enjoy their antics. Otherwise it averages as an amiable time-waster with several fine performers collecting a paycheck. And the Ritz Brothers, of course.

This just isn't a good movie. That Ritz Brothers' comedy is limited, best in their dance numbers and very weak in the dialogue passages. They can't carry a feature-length film on their own.

But there's nothing else here to carry it for them. The script is obvious and lame- brained, and the other performers can't do anything with it. (Who could?)

And then there's the blatant racism, mostly directed against Native Americans. It's sobering to remember that this movie was made by Fox Pictures, a fairly important studio, in 1937, the same year Fox released Shirley Temple's Heidi, and two years after it starred her in The Little Colonel with Black dancer Bill Robinson.

There really isn't anything to recommend this picture. The few mildly funny passages won't compensate for sitting through 80 minutes of tedium and embarrassing racism.