This cartoon, incredibly, wasn't shown on national TV until 1988, on the Nickelodeon channel. It was part of Nick's post-1948 network TV Warner Brothers cartoon package, which included shorts which were banned by the three commercial networks over the decades. The last of these networks to have the rights to these cartoons was ABC (coming full circle, in essence). ABC had banned this film because of its subject of alcoholism (as well as nearly all Speedy Gonzales ones). At the end of the 1990s, Time/Warner had acquired the rights to every single Warner cartoon to be released before and after 1948, and had begun running them on their Cartoon Network and Boomerang channels.
Writers Michael Maltese and Warren Foster--Jones's and Freleng's head writers, respectively--left Warner's at the end of the 1950s to work for Hanna-Barbera's new television animation studio, which presumably gave them bigger paychecks. Jones had built up with Maltese a good backlog of stories, of varied degrees of completion, and these mostly held Jones in good stead through 1960--as well as the Road Runner cartoons he wrote himself.
However, the present film finds Jones perilously close to scraping the bottom of Maltese's idea barrel. Jones tries to compensate by stretching out the plot exposition: the camera panning at the beginning, from a jewelry store to a bakery with a rum cake, which a burrowing mouse gnaws from one end to the other, developing a horrible hangover. Unable to sleep the next morning, he overhears a couple of construction workers discussing the great "hunk of ice" in the jewelry shop window, the world's largest uncut diamond. Thinking this is the antidote, he takes the diamond and a huge crime ensues. A pair of bumbling cops pursue him--by this time half the film is over. The following two and a half minutes involve the chase that finally constitutes the dramatic meat of the film. Jones does everything he can to milk the obese, moronic cop's catch-phrase, "Duhhhh, O-BOY!! Da DIAMOND!!!!" as the dummo sabotages the smarter, short cop's best tries. The big lug finally repeatedly bops the little guy on the head (with the diamond attached), chasing him off into the sunset. The mouse retires to the bakery, resuming his self-destructive ways.
Hardly a classic, but amusing enough anyway. Its chief redeeming value is its offbeat nature.
Writers Michael Maltese and Warren Foster--Jones's and Freleng's head writers, respectively--left Warner's at the end of the 1950s to work for Hanna-Barbera's new television animation studio, which presumably gave them bigger paychecks. Jones had built up with Maltese a good backlog of stories, of varied degrees of completion, and these mostly held Jones in good stead through 1960--as well as the Road Runner cartoons he wrote himself.
However, the present film finds Jones perilously close to scraping the bottom of Maltese's idea barrel. Jones tries to compensate by stretching out the plot exposition: the camera panning at the beginning, from a jewelry store to a bakery with a rum cake, which a burrowing mouse gnaws from one end to the other, developing a horrible hangover. Unable to sleep the next morning, he overhears a couple of construction workers discussing the great "hunk of ice" in the jewelry shop window, the world's largest uncut diamond. Thinking this is the antidote, he takes the diamond and a huge crime ensues. A pair of bumbling cops pursue him--by this time half the film is over. The following two and a half minutes involve the chase that finally constitutes the dramatic meat of the film. Jones does everything he can to milk the obese, moronic cop's catch-phrase, "Duhhhh, O-BOY!! Da DIAMOND!!!!" as the dummo sabotages the smarter, short cop's best tries. The big lug finally repeatedly bops the little guy on the head (with the diamond attached), chasing him off into the sunset. The mouse retires to the bakery, resuming his self-destructive ways.
Hardly a classic, but amusing enough anyway. Its chief redeeming value is its offbeat nature.