An amazing opening shot/sequence, positively Brueghelian in its abundance and variety. The echoes are certainly unconscious, but the little creatures making recreational do with the refuse at hand is wonderfully like a peasant symphony, validated by an affectionately satirical eye.
The talcum powder/jingle bells skating interlude played very well when our family watched it one Dec. 23. Then comes love, and another boringly one-dimensional foe, vanquished by another by-the-book attack by the aforesaid bug/peasants. Some of the mustering is good-ish. Kind of a saucy ending. Let’s check that date. 1932—it’s alright, as the Legion of Decency is miles away.