|Unfortunately NOT the exploitation movie about Siamese twin graduates...|
|Jerry does a spot on imitation of me watching this movie...|
|Dino thinks romance, movies...and whether he should start drinking...|
|Jerry demonstrates a 50's craze: Chin Woogies...|
In the end, I can't really recommend That's My Boy, which is sad since I can certainly admire the talents of both performers, both together and apart. What I can instead recommend was the Marx Brothers' collegiate football romp Horse Feathers (1932). I kept thinking of it all during the runtime of this movie. It too had a story thinner than a sheet of tracing paper, but that was more because it gave the Marx's free reign to do their brand of comedic insanity. That's exactly what I feel like was missing here: the room to let Martin & Lewis do what Martin & Lewis could do.