The Loud Mouth

We’ve all had one. One of those obnoxious gits who loves the sound of their own voice when all you want to do is sit and watch a film, or a play, some boxing or a ball game. To be fair to Matt McHugh he carries off this role quite effectively as he manages to get on just about everyone’s nerves with his constant late coming blocking their view before his relentless badinage irritates fans and sportsmen alike. In the end, though, a few less scrupulous in the crowd reckon that he could be used for a bet. Thing is, there are others out to make sure he couldn’t out-shout a pussy cat and with the legendary Blue Socks needing one home run in St. Louis - it could be life or death for the loud mouth. It’s a bit too much of a one joke film to sustain twenty minutes, but there’s a character here called “Freddie Quimby”. Might he be based on anyone? Annoying, yes, but condense it down by half and it has a certain irritant value to it.