One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

The movie's not perfect, but it sticks the landing of its message. It was engaging - thrilling at times - and I personally thought it was a great time.

Blistering performances.

An old-fashioned movie made with new-fashioned finesse.

The death of the head of a protection racket hands the reigns over to the son (Richard Cromwell) he's never met. Cromwell has no idea of what he's getting into and in order not to be bored as the supposed head of pop's business, begins to sell insurance to the victims of the racket he has unknowingly inherited which ultimately threatens to bankrupt it. This, of course, makes him an invisible enemy of the criminal mastermind who turns out to be himself! The titled moniker is all he knows this racketeer to be known as, and even if they share the same last name, he still don't get it. This ultimately brings out the real criminal element determined to bring him down and pin all the crimes on him.A silly comedy crime caper, this exploits the small town kid as a dumbbell too honest yet too dense to see what's going on. Mary Carlisle is the pretty heroine he romances, unaware that "she" is "his" biggest victim in the protection racket. Veteran actor Robert Armstrong plays an underling of the late racketeer who becomes "protector" to the naive kid while Chick Chandler offers total silliness as Cromwell's sidekick. Take it as it is or avoid it. There's no believability to the film's non- sensical plot line and the one-dimensional gangsters involved in the racket have cutesy names obviously influenced by Damon Runyeon. But this ain't no "Big Street", "Lemon Drop Kid" or "Guys and Dolls".

Baby Face Morgan is one frustrating film. Producers Releasing Corporation a true poverty row outfit assembled a good cast of players and had a really original idea for a story. If this had been done by a major studio with a top director this could have been one of the great comedy gems of the era.Richard Cromwell is in the title role and he plays a hayseed young man who happens to be the son of a notorious gangster. Dad split from Mom and Cromwell never had any contact with him. Cromwell has a Mr. Deeds like quality to him as Robert Armstrong plucks him from obscurity to use him as a front man for their protection racket. Things go well for Armstrong until Cromwell falls for Mary Carlisle who heads a trucking company that was a victim of the protection racket. It all unravels for Armstrong after that.Any film with such colorful movie faces like Warren Hymer, Chick Chandler, Charles Judel and Ralf Harolde is going to be enjoyable on some level. But there was real potential here that was sadly wasted.What Preston Sturges could have done with Baby Face Morgan.

Is there anything worse than a comedy film that lacks humor? The answer is Yes; one that fails to generate any interest throughout the picture. The premise is not too bad - a naive front man for an illegal business - but this is a potboiler with a poor script and screenplay and just does not work.Was this considered a good 'B' in 1942? Hard to imagine. The only positive aspect of the picture is the cast, which contains several well-known faces from the '30's and '40's, such as Warren Hymer, Vince Barnett and Robert Armstrong (I always dismiss Richard Cromwell as the weakling who got Gary Cooper killed in "Lives of a Bengal Lancer", so I wasn't counting him).Can't recommend this one and gave it a rating of 3 - if you have a choice, get a root canal.

If you want to make a movie like this, have the threat be real. Don't surround your patsy with a bunch of Bonzos. There is no credibility here. The plot is dull and unbelievable. The acting is even worse. I thought that I was watching Arthur Lake (Dagwood) who is one of the worst actors in history, when I saw the main character. Oh well, at some point he has to face the music and get fighting mad. I don't care. Do you? There are all these long scenes set in this austere office (the furniture made out of cardboard or masonite). People talk and smoke and don't do anything. Most of the action happens in a five minute sequence. After that, it's over. Don't bother.