Another "B" picture from Joe E. Brown with smiles, not laughs, for the gags tossed out by him as a supposed Broadway comic south of the border. Adolescent boys of the 1930's probably laughed hysterically at the sight of Brown inside a bull suit dancing around with a beehive on his horn while trying to get away from a group of bandits he encountered earlier in the film while on his way to an audition for the greatest producer south of the Rio Grande. Unfortunately, the man whose white suit he splattered with mud turns out to be the producer he's auditioning for, and if he doesn't continue to spill ink on him or dump a flower pot on his head, he'll end up giving him a cigar that you know is destined to explode.
This film is more about getting away from the bandits and getting rid of the very untalented Spanish singer (Steffi Duna) who thinks she's the best singer since Jeanetter MacDonald. Wait until she breaks into Mozart. Other than Brown, Duna and Leo Carrillo (as the romantic bandit who falls in love with everything about Duna but her voice), the rest of the cast pretty much get nothing to do. As a result, this is an almost one-man show with the rest of the cast as his stooges.
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