Review of Spreadin' the Jam

. . . America's premier movie studio informs the nation shortly after the twin traumas of The Great Depression and World War Two. What problem, you may wonder, does SPREADIN' THE JAM suggest can be solved by getting drunk (with or without a little help from your "friends")? Being short on rent money or your mortgage payment, of course. As millions of U.S. citizens spread across America from coast-to-coast have scribbled atop the cardboard boxes in which they live, "When you're broke and you know it, beg some booze!" In Real Life, there NEVER has been a landlady who's promised "a year's free rent for everyone in my building if I can join in on your sloshed party for a minute or two!" But as the official propaganda arm of U.S. One Per Center Fat Cats, the movie studio releasing SPREADIN' THE JAM feels Duty Bound to toss in as much nefarious sadism as they can into all of their films--no matter how brief or obscure--in order to help their miserly gang of fiendish fans to bust a gut laughing. The state-controlled cinema output of Red Commie Russia is pretty sad, but such offal as SPREADIN' THE JAM intended for America's own oligarchical class is even more pathetic!