This is a strange short film from Warner Brothers. It's strange because it's obviously a quality production--filmed with nice sets and beautiful Technicolor (which was still quite rare in 1937). But, on the other hand, the writing is really dreadful. It's supposed to be a biography of the career of Robert Burns but comes off as VERY fake and silly. Too often people will stop to comment that young Burns will one day be a great poet of the ages. No one talks like that...ever. And too often people seem to give expositions about Burns or what the film hasn't covered--it all comes off as very fake and silly. My assumption is that the short was written by penguins...and really untalented ones at that! Rarely will you hear dialog so limp and unconvincing--so bad that you cannot be taken in by the polish of the rest of the film. Pretty dumb.