Rhubarb, 1951
Eccentric millionaire Banner (Gene Lockhart) comes across an intelligent, belligerent, feral cat on his golf course and decides to capture and adopt the animal. Calling the cat Rhubarb, he takes him as an unofficial mascot. But when Banner dies, it’s revealed that he has left a baseball team he owns, and it’s up to PR rep Eric (Ray Milland) to win over the upset baseball players and keep Rhubarb safe from Banner’s bitter daughter, Myra (Elsie Holmes).
A winning, very silly screwball comedy.
There’s something very refreshing about a movie that knows just how silly it is and goes after that tone the whole way through. There are plenty of jokes to be made about a cat owning a baseball team, professional baseball in general, and televised sports, and the film manages to score laughs on all three fronts.
A major sticking point with any animal-centric film, especially one from the 1950s, is the way that the animal actors are treated. With the exception of two not-too-bad moments, it seemed as if the animal action was mainly accomplished through low stress means, strategic angles, and off-screen action. There’s a recurring joke of dogs chasing Rhubarb, the animals disappearing from view, the sound of hissing and barking, and then a shot of Rhubard chasing the dogs. You can tell that this is done using editing, as with pretty much every other sequence where Rhubarb is in danger.
Milland makes for a good lead as he must keep the press, the players, and his fiance Polly (Jan Sterling) happy. Eric isn’t exactly thrilled about being forced into perpetual cat-sitting, but he wants what’s best for Rhubarb and the team. He has an easy chemistry with Sterling, whose Polly is given a subplot about being allergic to Rhubarb, but comes across as just a genuinely nice person.
The sweetest subplot involves the baseball players having a change of heart about their new “owner.” At first, the players all pretend to be injured so as not to be mocked by the other teams (and the umpires!). There’s a long, funny, and cute sequence where Eric brings Rhubarb to the club house and gets the players competitive about who Rhubarb likes the most. Later, in a game, they all tentatively approach the prickly feline hoping that he will let them pet him, as they’ve decided it’s good luck.
The funniest part of the film for me was a running joke about how frustrating it is for Polly to try and watch the games on the television. The announcer apologetically explains that they have to play ads from their sponsor, leading to a long and grating ad for a financing company. Polly sits impatiently through the hilariously long and drawn out jingle at the end of the ad (“Just call on F . . . . F . . . . C!”). It’s a joke that still feels relevant, and I genuinely laughed out loud at the parody ad and the broadcaster’s thinly veiled acknowledgement of its ridiculousness.
There isn’t a whole lot here in terms of character development---not that the film requires that--and the character of Myra is pretty thin. She basically serves as a mechanism to keep challenging Eric and Rhubarb with petty schemes, like taking the cat to court or trying to convince some shady bookies to kidnap the cat. Holmes doesn’t get to do much aside from sneer and be miserable, but her over-the-top character fits well in the tone of the film.
There’s nothing deep here, but I found it fun and engaging from beginning to end. Bonus points for the quirky touch that Rhubarb has a penchant for stealing golf balls from the golf course, as it’s an accurately quirky/malevolent cat-like thing to do.