Phooey

His voice comes out of a secret hole between his eyes, that honking New Yawkese of Allen Jenkins – built like a barrel of pickles that fell off the truck on Pearl Street, always avid to be abused in knuckleheaded sidekick roles. Meanwhile, audiences remain free to unconsciously admire that desperate toehold in the coveted world of jobs and three squares a day. For Jenkins plays more than just a “good mug.”