Looks suspiciously like Hal Roach trying to high-culture up a duo (and a studio unit) who were doing perfectly well scratching around in the gutter... The momentum of their best work gets broken up by musical interludes that range from the not bad (whoever Todd was lip-synching to) to the undistinguished to the entirely cringeworthy. A few good flickers - the cross-eyed bartender, Stan's changeable singing voice and haphazard approach to home brewing (the highlight, because it leaves the camera running on one of the stars, and has nothing very much to do with the plot) - and it's undeniably cute watching Ollie interacting with the child star in the title role. Yet it's precisely this push for overt, "respectable" emotional pay-offs that sets you in mind of those later Marx Brothers comedies the studio felt needed tarting up with witless romantic leads and bloody awful songs. An inorganic confection, to say the least.