Bugs Bunny's Third Movie: 1001 Rabbit Tales By Tammy La Gorce
If Bugs Bunny were to direct his signature inquiry--"What's up,
doc?"--toward the modern-day Warner Bros. creative team, he wouldn't
be far off. For 1001 Rabbit Tales, they've doctored up a batch of
classic cartoons featuring the carrot muncher and his bumbling comrades
and bundled them, near seamlessly, into a feature-length film. Here's the
premise: Bugs and Daffy, both book salesmen, are competing to sell the
most copies of a kids' book. Instead of burrowing a beeline to his sales
territory (he should have made a left at Albuquerque), Bugs ends up in the
castle of Yosemite Sam, here a harem-leading honcho. Sam's
pain-in-the-spurs son, Prince Abalaba, needs somebody to read him stories;
Bugs, who'd sooner take the job than suffer the alternative, that
involving being boiled in oil, signs on. Each rabbit-read narrative
replaces a sedate story with a Loony Tunes favorite: In "Jack and the
Beanstalk," a canary-keeping giant bellows "Fee, fi, fo, fat, I
tawt I taw a puddy tat"; the witch in "Hansel and Gretel"
develops a hankering for rabbit stew; "Goldilocks" goes feline
as Sylvester swaps his porridge for suffering succotash on behalf of his
bratty son. In the end, the varmint finds a way to vamoose, but, being a
generous sort of bunny, he doesn't keep the address from his
commission-hungry coworker. From there, the feathers fly, as does the rest
of this feature, which is undiluted fun for fans of these cartoons from
way back as well as those just getting to know the loopy Looney Tunes
gang.
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