Very disappointing...

The performances transcend the film's tropes, grounding it in characters that feel more complete than this subgenre often produces.

a film so unique, intoxicating and bizarre that it not only demands another viewing, but is also forgivable as a satirical comedy where the jokes eventually take the back seat.

The film creates a perfect balance between action and depth of basic needs, in the midst of an infertile atmosphere.

. . . jam session, as the players are carefully positioned as much to cast gigantic intimidating shadows as they might be to make music. From the three trombonists appearing a moment away from a face planting to a percussion section about to slide off the platter, Warner Bros. tries to warn the World Music Fraternity (and Sorority, for that matter) about the Dangers of Drugs. Whether it's the demise of Elvis, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Nina Simone, Jim Morrison, Sid Vicious, Keith Moon, Kurt Cobain, Amy Winehouse, Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, or the Artist Sometimes Known as Prince, Warner prognosticates doom by depicting the members of Henry Busse's Orchestra playing such ominous-sounding tunes as "Hot Lips," "Huckleberry Duck," and "Wang Wang Blues" from platforms of constantly shifting sand. Only people High as Kites can appreciate The Horror of this 10-minute set. If it had been compulsory viewing at the School of Rock, there would be a lot more Classics out there to stream Today. Alas, no such luck!

This is one of the later Vitaphone shorts--known as a "Melody Master". These later musical shorts generally were more straight forward and had simpler sets and no real story to tie it all together--just a famous band of the day doing their stuff.Henry Busse and his band were a bit unusual in that one of the featured instruments in the first number is a bassoon! Apart from that, the songs they performed seemed pretty ordinary--if not a bit bland. The one exception was "Huckleberry Duck"--which sounded quite nice. The one that surprised me was "Beside the Santa Fe Trail"--as it really didn't sound at all country western--just very, very, very smooth (too smooth actually). The use of shadows in the short was very nice and it's pleasant if undistinguished overall.

Henry Busse & His Orchestra (1940) ** 1/2 (out of 4)Here's another entry in the Warner/Vitaphone series that took popular musicians and put them in front of a camera. This time it's Henry Busse, a well-known musician from the 1920s onward who offers up a couple of his own tunes (Wang-Wang Blues, Hot Lips) as well as a couple covers (Along the Santa Fe Trail, Huckleberry Duck). For the most part I found this to be entertaining even if I wasn't completely blown away by any of the numbers. At just 9-minutes the film is too short to really be boring and as I said, the songs are good enough to at least keep you entertained. The highlight music wise was clearly Huckleberry Duck, which really jumped off the screen and certainly delivered the true meaning of jive. Director Jean Negulesco appears to have spent a little more time on this one compared to others in the series as there are several stylish shots where Busse is leading his band while the band themselves only appear as shadows on the walls. This certainly wasn't ground-breaking but it added a nice touch to the music.

Back in the Twenties Henry Busse played a mean cornet for Paul Whiteman's Orchestra and as did many of the sidemen who played for Whiteman like the Dorsey Brothers and Benny Goodman, Busse went out and formed his orchestra. He had some success although not as famous as those I also mentioned.Busse's cornet is featured on this one reel musical short of his orchestra in two of his own compositions, Hot Lips and the Wang Wang Blues. He was also doing a little publicity for Warner Brothers by featuring Along The Santa Fe Trail in this short to promote that feature with Errol Flynn, Olivia DeHavilland, and Ronald Reagan in this short. Not a memorable film song although Bing Crosby did a nice record of it over at Decca.This short provides a nice glimpse at a man who only real jazz aficionados remember today.