Hollywood Bugs’ house is a hole in the ground. They are Bio-spoofing the fan mags. There’s a bit of class-discourse here, and not just the usual brown-nosing. Bugs has a carrot bottle. He does a great dance, and favours us with another one of those well-chosen old tunes (“The Daughter of Rosie O’Grady”). Wouldn’t it be cool if we had a recording of Mel Blanc doing the early American songbook? Lots of immigrant and working class—the roots of modern democracy!
Dog toughs are all around, and “dog pile” takes on a new meaning. Bugs is never afraid! He gets away, and then comes right back to goad the chasers. That manhole cover to the face! The automat bit is nice, providing some institutional content and cultural documentation on the margins. The elevator/typewriter bit is very nice. “Is this Friz?” asks my perceptive young son. I don’t throw that in for his sake, but to suggest how a balanced diet of this kind of material, presented with a bit of context and background, really engages and advances your kids! Bug throws a stick off of the roof of the building. The dog chases it. The epilogue, in which they tie in Betty Smith’s book, strains some.