A kind of early version of the Beverly Hillbillies, this film stars Glenn Tryon as a hick from the country who travels to Hollywood with a bundle of Maw and Paw's cash to pay off the debt on their house. Almost immediately upon his arrival in Tinseltown he mistakes a bank robber in drag for an actress who he believes will get him into the pictures. The 'actress' hides out with our hayseed hero in a hotel room in which house detective Oliver Hardy just happens to be taking a bath, and all sorts of hilarity ensues.
Well, maybe hilarity is too strong a word: mild amusement tempered by an occasional bout of boredom is probably a better way to describe this one. I can't imagine why Glenn Tryon was a star back in the twenties; he lacked any kind of charisma, had no looks to speak of, and no discernible comic talent judging by his performance here. Hardy's OK, but Stan Laurel steals the entire film in the last couple of minutes as another hotel guest (complete with brush moustache) who finds a fight between Tryon and the thief taking place on the bed he's sleeping in.