Review of Mike Fright

. . . was kid acts on the Big Screen. If a tyke could cough, blink, or nod, chances are he or she achieved at least two minutes of celluloid fame. In lampooning this sorry state of American Culture, MIKE FRIGHT harkens back to the previous decade (aka, the "Roaring" Twenties), when most of America merely had to tolerate these no-talent toddlers on the radio--NOT projected bigger-than-life in their local movie theater. (At this time, most citizens clove to that famous expression, "Children should be heard--not seen!") During MIKE FRIGHT, the young cynics comprising "Our Gang" easily out-class a typical gathering of hopeless rejects and failures more likely to promote the concept of POST-marital abstinence than the financial fortunes of commercial radio. In an era when economist Jonathan Swift was promoting baby consumption as the solution to the Irish Potato Famine, viewers kind of wonder whether MIKE FRIGHT constitutes a subliminal suggestion that Americans embark upon a similar Swiftian tack to navigate the travails of the on-going U.S. Great Depression. (After all, if people could order a "Shirley Temple" to quench their thirst, why not a "Little Leonard" to slake their hunger?)