Mr. Snavely (Fields) is a prospector in the Yukon, where it always snows. Snavely gets by partly by milking elk and singing sad, non-rhyming songs to the backing of a zither(?). Chester, the wastrel son of the Snavelys, made the mistake of drinking a glass of beer, which caused him to steal bank bonds and land a jail term of three years. Now he has returned to his tearful parents, but gets a decidely mixed welcome. This somewhat bizarre and surreal 1933 short parodied old-fashioned melodramas and Hollywood filmmaking techniques (Fields does several goofy scenes in front of obvious background screens of elk herds and dog teams). Every time Snavely goes to the door he remarks, "It ain't a fit night out for man nor beast" and gets a handful of snow in the face. One of the vaudeville veteran's quaint gems.
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The review of this Movie prepared by David Loftus