A very guilty pleasure
Failing to come up with a parody name for Alfred Hitchcock, a silhouetted bear has to suffice without an introduction. This nameless narrator presents a story of Birder': While Granny is across the hall visiting with Mrs. Bitts, Sylvester the alleycat grabs his chance to break into her house and get that Tweety bird. The clumsy cat knocks himself cold and comes to with a yellow feather stuck in his mouth. For some reason this makes him believe he actually got rid of that helpless little blue eyed menace to society (as the narrator puts it).
Back in his dump of a home where everything is run down and askew. (I love the triangular chair), the voice of Hitch keeps reminding Sly of his horrible crime. Newspaper headlines involving a criminal nicknamed the cat' and ominous radio announcements only add to the confusion. The guilty conscience forced upon Sylvester by the bear ensures a greater reliance on verbal gags than usual, but this allows the viewer a deeper insight into the felines tormented soul.
It becomes a bit of a guilty pleasure to see poor Sly being manipulated like this. After all he is only a pussycat. He takes up smoking, drinks pots full of coffee and swallows buckets of sleeping pills. Where he gets all this from no one knows (but I suspect the narrator). He even rubs the little green pills all over himself before giving us his patented 'I'm weak, I'm weak' routine from "Bird Anonymous" (1957). Tweety Pie is hardly in it, but is never missed. When the pussycat finally does decide to give himself up, both he and the silhouetted bear end up with a headache.
8 out of 10
Back in his dump of a home where everything is run down and askew. (I love the triangular chair), the voice of Hitch keeps reminding Sly of his horrible crime. Newspaper headlines involving a criminal nicknamed the cat' and ominous radio announcements only add to the confusion. The guilty conscience forced upon Sylvester by the bear ensures a greater reliance on verbal gags than usual, but this allows the viewer a deeper insight into the felines tormented soul.
It becomes a bit of a guilty pleasure to see poor Sly being manipulated like this. After all he is only a pussycat. He takes up smoking, drinks pots full of coffee and swallows buckets of sleeping pills. Where he gets all this from no one knows (but I suspect the narrator). He even rubs the little green pills all over himself before giving us his patented 'I'm weak, I'm weak' routine from "Bird Anonymous" (1957). Tweety Pie is hardly in it, but is never missed. When the pussycat finally does decide to give himself up, both he and the silhouetted bear end up with a headache.
8 out of 10
- Chip_douglas
- Mar 17, 2004