But they don't stop at the cradle, much to our frank dismay. In this thing better left undone, they go on — and on — far into the night. The perpetrators of this celluloid crime never even heard of enough being too much. Story, direction, music and actors are wrong. Things get worse and worse, until the hero gets an engraved invitation to watch his girl-friend take her convent vows. At this point, the audience goes mad and bites itself. Sound.