What type of cinema was so bad to your granddad?

Was it Reefer Madness or a Kermit Maynard joint that didn’t fill him with any delight?

I’d say with much conviction that it might have been The Horn Blows at Midnight.

A starring vehicle for  radio star  Jack Benny, that no poor soul found oh so funny, that is corny as the fields that make Ioway so homey. 

Clearly edited by the studio, it made everyone laugh at poor Benny, who was once a radio hero.

Yet I feel for it with such delight, and do not think it is such trite. 

I hope you don’t find my words alarming, but I find the film so incredibly charming. 

With its earnestness is the same of a child with heaven bliss.

The stunts are dumb fun, like eating a caramel bun

It makes me smile like when Jochebed found Noah in the Nile.

Hark, I Say, Hark, for I think this film is a lovely little lark.

And I think Raoul Walsh who made the film made it with absolute heart.