The rare sequel that might actually be better than its predecessor, Son of Paleface has all of the earmarks of director and co-author Frank Tashlin's work -- sight gags that make overt use of the film medium, cartoon-like conceits, and a sharp satirical edge that was far more muted in the first movie. What's more, the glorious Technicolor photography only seems to become more lustrous with each passing year. And Jane Russell's physique actually gets respectful treatment in these satirical surroundings, representing only some of the movie's visual appeal. The film has just as much fun with Roy Rogers' B-Western image and history as it does ogling Russell's form whenever she's on the screen; indeed, in these surroundings, Bob Hope is only one of the comedic factors, and he is very good in a part that parodies his role in The Paleface, but he's also not carrying the entire movie. Brentwood Home Entertainment has done very well by Son of Paleface, which might well be the third funniest movie in Tashlin's output after The Girl Can't Help It and Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter. The color is not only bright but the image throughout is rich with detail, and the sound is perfect. Viewing this edition of Son of Paleface is a downright pleasure, and the only drawback is what hasn't been done with it. The presence of a mere eight chapters is a bit chintzy, and one wishes that the annotation on the back jacket were a little bit better written -- Frank Tashlin made far better movies than The Private Navy of Sgt. O'Farrell or his work with Jerry Lewis, all cited there.