Parody often makes strange bedfellows but whoever thought of putting Bob Hope in the sack with Roy Rogers' famed mount Trigger deserves the iconoclasm award for 1952! In a thorough milking of the Hollywood western, Trigger has all the finest anthropomorphized attributes-like brains-while our boy Roy appears as a wooden figure of a sheriff, just a tad more vivified than John Wayne at his most animated. Jane Russell burlesques Jane Russell as the saloon singer known as The Torch, but of course the central motif of Son of Paleface is old ski-nose himself, come to Sawbuck Pass from Harvard in a ten-gallon hat to collect the fortune he thinks his Indian father has stashed away for him. The whole would be nothing without about 2,000 Tashlinesque touches, gags which are largely visual and derive from his comic-book past: a derisive unconcern for the laws of physics or human stamina, garish paintbox colors, and buzzards that, in the delirium of desert heat, look everything like Lewis and Martin. "Beat it," Hope says to them, "or you're going to make the whole thing look ridiculous."