Waste of time

That was an excellent one.

I cannot think of one single thing that I would change about this film. The acting is incomparable, the directing deft, and the writing poignantly brilliant.

The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.

. . . Disc 2 of the Looney Tunes Golden Collection, Volume 4, called BUGS BUNNY SUPERSTAR, PART 2. Apparently, Warner Bros. lacked the imagination to recognize that many people would eventually find Disc 2 slipped into a plain, generic holder, by itself, to be purchased for a quarter at a garage sale. This would pose no problem for a legitimate product from a self-respecting firm. On-screen information would enlighten viewers regarding where to find Part 1 of SUPERSTAR, and any other parts in existence. Since Part 2 includes five complete Looney Tunes (RHAPSODY RABBIT, WALKY TALKY HAWKY, MY FAVORITE DUCK, HARE-RAISING HARE, and THE OLD GREY HARE)--the second and third of which have NOTHING to do with Bugs Bunny, the supposed "superstar" of the overall title--SUPERSTAR would need at least 218 parts to include ALL 1,090 Classic Looney Tunes acknowledged by Wikipedia. As for the connective tissue squeezed between these five SUPERSTAR Toons, it's as rotten as a week-old swamp corpse (like that ones the Olympic water athletes have to swim, row, paddle, and sail through this week in Rio). Speaking of which, one-time Hollywood notable Orson Welles provides 50 words or so of highly perishable narration here.

I'm surprised to read so few comments about Bugs Bunny, Superstar. So I'll chime in. Besides, it'll give me som'in' positive to say. They're all here - not just Bugs. This nine-cartoon compilation also features Elmer Fudd, Tweety, Silvester, Henry-the-Chicken-Hawk, Foghorn Leghorn, Porky, Daffy. It's kind of a "Best of." I thought that it was very, very good. There is some narration by Orson Welles and the difficult-to-pull-off segue from cartoon to cartoon is filled by interesting home-movie-type, black-and-white glimpses of how it was where the comics were created - the people behind the characters - the artists, the musicians, the voice (singular - Mel Blanc). But imagine this: I didn't hear the word "computer" during the entire film! This is one of the few videos that I would actually buy - I could watch it over and over. Must be the kid in me. Speaking of kids, I'll bet there's generations of 'em, the majority of whom have seen Bugs, Elmer, Porky, Daffy, Tweety, Sylvester. But I'll also bet that the majority of CURRENT cartoons are NOT known from generation to generation. Might that be a testament to how deservingly enduring these Looney Toons are?

This compilation features priceless archival footage from the WB animation artists' working and living conditions, and nine entertaining, timeless cartoon shorts. Although it eventually wears you out a little (I think those cartoons look better if taken in smaller doses), it is a much better choice for family viewing than many, many other films that claim to serve the same purpose. Long live Bugs! (***)

This superb compilation, appropriately narrated by another American cultural giant, Orson Welles, features the best of the 1940s Looney Tunes output, not just Bugs, but Sylvester, Tweetie, Daffy, Porky and Foghorn: 'What's Cookin' Doc', 'A Wild Hare', 'A Corny Concerto', 'Rhapsody Rabbit', 'I Saw A Putty Tat', 'Walky Talky Hawky', 'My Favorite Duck', 'Hair Raising Hare' and ''Old Grey Hare' (see my individual reviews).As a piece of cultural history, this semi-documentary is inadequate - there is no attempt to explain the subversiveness of these irreverent, flippant, violent, beautiful cartoons in the context of Disney-dominating ick-animation and gloomy, propaganda-laden World War Two - to which many of these cartoons tacitly refer, revealing complicated truths other 'real' films couldn't dare, such as the barbaric effect fighting barbarians can have on 'our' side; there is no analysis of the glorious pretention-pricking of both Hollywood and high culture, or Bugs' androgynous proteanism, or how the cartoons retained a level of fresh invention while seemingly locked in repetitive formulae; of the powerful psychoanalytic premisses of each short, in which a wild, elusive, lawless animal stands in for our stifled desires, especially as World War Two gives on to the post-war world of Joe McCarthy and chums.Rather, the in-between nostalgic bits celebrate harmless anecdote and japery, putting animation on its proper, neutered level. The cartoons themselves triumphantly bely such a project.