If Wyoming Steve Gibson didn't exist, those darned culture
industry stupidity profiteers would've had to invent him. What's
that? He doesn't exist? Hot damn! The Gipper takes a back saddle to
Dick Powell once again in 1938's COWBOY FROM BROOKLYN, a film that
(as contemporaries were quick to observe) did absolutely nothing
for any of the talented people involved in its creation.
An elaboration of the (white) cultural appropriation narrative
popularized by earlier Powell vehicles like BROADWAY GONDOLIER,
this lower-drawer Lloyd Bacon musical comedy does derive a bit of
satiric energy from Warner Brothers' obvious contempt for all
things rural and countrified, but the film's central conceit (that
people will put up with - and possibly even laugh at - 90 minutes'
worth of Dick Powell running screaming from squirrels and barnyard
fowl) is so catastrophically misguided that most viewers will have
fallen off this irritating bull long before its Gender Panic Rodeo
Can a movie with Priscilla Lane, Ann Sheridan, James
Stephenson, Pat O'Brien, Granville Bates, Hobart Cavanaugh,
Elisabeth Risdon, Dick Foran, Dick Powell, and Ronald Reagan be all
bad? 12-year old Dave would never have believed it, but...
Try watching this one under hypnosis and see if that
Now is a time for choosing. Choose RED TIME FOR BONZO!
"Ride, Tenderfoot, Ride" performed by Dick Powell &
Priscilla Lane, music by Richard A. Whiting & lyrics by Johnny
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