I’m watching Popeyes Cartoons from 1934-35 again. The propriety police have advised me about racist and sexist stereotypes that are depicted these cartoons.
Maybe so, but when Popeye eats his spinach the music gets real upbeat and justice triumphs. So I feel better. Popeye will knock the stuffing out of Bluto and the world is set a right once more. And the music….
The music is wonderful. Beautiful arrangements, performed by violinists, saxophonists, flautists, and other real musicians. No cheesy synthesizers.
And it is wonderful pretend.