Review of Blue Cat Blues

. . . at the end of which the sad sack cat and rapacious rodent finally buy the farm as they let a train eviscerate them while moping on a railroad track. Though the camera has drawn away by the time the oncoming Death Train's whistle signals curtains for these malingering miscreants, it's clear that they're being forced to walk the plank--er, railroad ties--for failing to meet their Groaning Fat Cat film studio's ultimatum to go out and win more gelded statuettes. After garnering a baker's half dozen of these through a series of rigged elections in the 1940's, by the time that they kicked the bucket in BLUE CAT BLUES their Oscar dry spell had lasted a decade. Since Time waits for no man, it certainly can't waste a moment dilly dallying over a flat-broke feline and a rabid rodent.