This movie is insane. Despite being the main character, Bob Hope's titular Son of Paleface feels like some jackass who accidentally entered some western like Forty Guns or Johnny Guitar and just constantly got in the way with his antics.
It has the style, editing, and tone of a cartoon, which isn't surprising considering it's director Frank Tashlin's background as an animator. Son of Paleface feels like a remix of The Paleface in a vein similar to Gremlins to Gremlins 2, where its maintains the fun wordplay, archetypes, and story devices, but it's just more irreverent, brasher, and a cartoonier version of the first with more musical interludes.
This movie is insane. Despite being the main character, Bob Hope's titular Son of Paleface feels like some jackass who accidentally entered some western like Forty Guns or Johnny Guitar and just constantly got in the way with his antics.
It has the style, editing, and tone of a cartoon, which isn't surprising considering it's director Frank Tashlin's background as an animator. Son of Paleface feels like a remix of The Paleface in a vein similar to Gremlins to Gremlins 2, where its maintains the fun wordplay, archetypes, and story devices, but it's just more irreverent, brasher, and a cartoonier version of the first with more musical interludes.
