A rushed sitcom like script makes Gomer Pyle seem like Platoon in this forgettable comedy about mobsters hiding out in the military. It starts as a practical joke marathon between monster Brian Donlevy and his rival Pat O'Brien where everything goes wrong and O'Brien escapes in an armored car.
By some odd occurance, they end up in the army with gruff sergeant Donald MacBride on their case as Donlevy courts pretty singer Janet Blair in an attempt to find some missing mob money. Donlevy ends up in drag (complete with mustache) and more unfunny zaniness occurs as they unbelievably become heroes.
There are a few funny bits, one particularly unintentional with the tank driving Donlevy knocking over a palm tree as if he was a bowling ball knocking down a pin. This is certainly no Buck Privates, and Donlevy and O'Brien are certainly no Abbott and Costello or Keaton and Durante or Wheeler and Woolsey or Laurel and Hardy or any other comedy team who tried to get basic training to serve their country and only through pure fallacy became a hero.
Blair is wasted, singing one song with Calypso singer Prince Lancelot backing her up. After 70 minutes, I pretty much felt like giving up, but like any military mission finished it, even at the risk of my own sanity. The insipidness of this forgotten film is beyond amazing.
By some odd occurance, they end up in the army with gruff sergeant Donald MacBride on their case as Donlevy courts pretty singer Janet Blair in an attempt to find some missing mob money. Donlevy ends up in drag (complete with mustache) and more unfunny zaniness occurs as they unbelievably become heroes.
There are a few funny bits, one particularly unintentional with the tank driving Donlevy knocking over a palm tree as if he was a bowling ball knocking down a pin. This is certainly no Buck Privates, and Donlevy and O'Brien are certainly no Abbott and Costello or Keaton and Durante or Wheeler and Woolsey or Laurel and Hardy or any other comedy team who tried to get basic training to serve their country and only through pure fallacy became a hero.
Blair is wasted, singing one song with Calypso singer Prince Lancelot backing her up. After 70 minutes, I pretty much felt like giving up, but like any military mission finished it, even at the risk of my own sanity. The insipidness of this forgotten film is beyond amazing.
