This Movie Can Only Be Described With One Word.

This is one of the few movies I've ever seen where the whole audience broke into spontaneous, loud applause a third of the way in.

It’s fine. It's literally the definition of a fine movie. You’ve seen it before, you know every beat and outcome before the characters even do. Only question is how much escapism you’re looking for.

By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

Lovebirds (or swallows or bluebirds -- at first I thought they were owls) enter a form domestic bliss indistinguishable from human domesticity, except for it taking place in a birdhouse in this Terrytoon.The one matter worth noting is that the whole thing takes place in pantomime, save for occasional chirping. That, I suppose, adds a certain cleverness to the proceedings, a decade after the silent era of cartoons had ended. However, the situation comedy of the matter is workaday, so that we are supposed to simultaneously applaud its wit for making the birds like people and the people they are like being trite in their concerns. I find neither likely.