Son of Paleface (1952) review

"Harvard Man" Peter Potter Jr. (Bob Hope) leaves the womb of Cambridge and heads out West to claim his Dad's inheritance, but there's nothing there and Pop owed the townsfolk a lot of money - elsewhere, "The Torch" (Jane Russell) is sneakily robbing everyone and lawman Roy (Roy Rogers) and his trusty steed Trigger are doing a little investigating.  This must have made the Greatest and Silent Generations split their trousers laughing - Hope drinks a mystery concoction and sinks into his clothes, he flies through walls and shoots at Native Americans while spinning around in a barber's chair - but humor changes over the years and now it just looks like a dumb live-action cartoon with spotty sight gags.  The frequent songs add filler since the storyline is really thin, yet many of Bob's self-depreciating jokes remain witty (which explains why his career spanned eight decades).  Here's a rhyme that takes on a different meaning nowadays: "When I was twelve, oh what a joy, Mom told me I was a boy!"  Excuse me, but that's not how we do things in the 21st century....