Sh-h-h-h-h-h

Plot synopsis:
A short, mild-mannered man, Mr. Twiddle, plays the congas in a nightclub jazz combo; the incessant noise (the horn players point their instruments directly at Twiddle's head) cause him to have nervous tremors, and he leaves in the middle of the act while the rest of the band continues to play. Later, his psychiatrist Dr. I.M Jittery tells him he is a "very sick man" suffering from "trombonosis" and recommends a relaxing trip to a quiet, secluded locale to restore his nerves. The doctor warns Twiddle of the consequences of not doing so ("Your nervous system will shatter, you will simply...blow up!"), and has his wife (a nurse) make travel arrangements.
Twiddle takes a plane to the Swiss Alps and checks in at the Hush-Hush Lodge, a mountaintop resort hotel which goes to great lengths to maintain absolute silence for its guests (extending even to the desk bell, from which a little sign reading "DING!" pops out instead of audibly ringing). A porter escorts Twiddle to his room, communicating entirely with written cards (including one reading "CHEAP SKATE!" after receiving a tip of only a nickel). Twiddle changes into a nightshirt, stubs his toe on an ottoman (sign: "OUCH!"), and settles in for a peaceful night's sleep.
Meanwhile, next door a pair of porters are moving another guest's belongings in, ominously including a trombone. Soon, the unseen neighbor begins playing, waking Twiddle. While he unsuccessfully tries to shut out the noise, a woman in the same room as the horn player starts laughing. Soon the musician, a deep-voiced man, starts laughing as well. Twiddle repeatedly attempts to ask the neighbors to be quiet, but is rudely and physically rebuffed each time; he soon resorts to violent tactics himself (a club, a cannon, a bomb, and finally a safe suspended by a rope), but they backfire on him as well. The entire time, the noisy neighbors are never seen, except for an occasional hand.
Eventually Twiddle's nerves give out; on the verge of a nervous breakdown, he begs the hotel's manager to find a doctor. He is quickly taken back upstairs...to the room next to his own, where the occupants are still laughing hysterically and playing the horn. Twiddle sees to his shock that his neighbors are Dr. I.M. Jittery and his wife/nurse, who have been unaware that their own patient was next door. Twiddle boils into an apoplectic rage, as Dr. Jittery reminds him of his nerves, to no avail--Twiddle explodes in a puff of black smoke. Dr. Jittery sheepishly remarks to the camera, "people just won't listen to their doctor's advice." He and his wife then carry on laughing maniacally and honking on the trombone over the end title card.

Tags: psychedelic

Review:
Tex Avery's bizarre masterpiece.
As we all know Tex Avery has made more than his share of great animated works.
From "Symphony In Slang" to "Who Killed Who?" to one of the best of the Droopy cartoons "Three Little Pups".
But those were all with MGM.
Avery was canned after MGM's animation department was shut down, so he found employment for MGM rival Walter Lantz."Sh-h-h-h-h-h" is the undisputed Master of the Crazed Cartoon's brilliant masterpiece.
It was also his last animated short.Our story tells us about a Mr. Twiddle, a little man who works in a VERY noisy nightclub playing percussion while the horn section blows their trumpets right in his ears, making him a nervous wreck.
He goes to see psychiatrist, Dr. I.M. Jittery (get it?), who tells him that his nerves are shot and unless he goes away so he can get some quiet rest he'll just blow up.
So Mr. Twiddle goes to The Hush-Hush Lodge in the Swiss Alps, a place that prides itself on absolutely no sounds made whatsoever.
Not long after Twiddle hits the hay, the people in the next room start to badly play a trumpet while howling with laughter.
Twiddle tries to get them to stop but no avail.
Each effort he makes is met by an even ruder response from these pests who seem to be enjoying torturing him.
For example: Twiddle slips a note under the door saying to please stop the noise.
The people in return instantly slip a note under the door telling him to "Aww shutup".
That's the source of the cartoon's gags and sure, you get the usual Avery-styled barrage of them.
But the main thrust is that Twiddle - along with us the viewers - never see who these sadistic noisemakers are.
They are kept a complete mystery until being reveled in the cartoon's ingenuous twist ending (which I downright refuse to tell you here).
We also see the unfortunate fate that befalls poor Mr. Twiddle.This is also one of the most downright bizarre and weirdest cartoons ever made.
For starters the cartoon's underlying atmosphere concerning Twiddle's ordeal seems dark and the ending, while it is great, itself feels macabre.
There is also little dialog spoken throughout - for the most part all we get are a sparse array of sound effects.
But mostly it's that laughter that gets to you.
It goes on and on and on.
It goes on and on and on.
Even as the cartoon fades out in it's final seconds we hear absolutely nothing but that crazed laughter.
You're left with a very strange, and even creepy, feeling after Sh-h-h-h-h-h is over.
And this is what makes this cartoon brilliant.
Only Avery could take something plain like a laugh recording and frame a cartoon around it in such a way that he not only makes us smile with his trademark sight gags but chills our blood at the same time with a vivid weirdness.
And to me this is the genius of Tex Avery, of his being able to easily twist the viewer around, to make us laugh but instead of leaving us smiling we're creeped out.
And this was the last cartoon Avery ever made.
After Sh-h-h-h-h-h was finished it was semi-retirement with some occasional television work for him until his death in 1980.
He definitely saved his best short for last.For those of you who have been trying like hell to see this one (it used to play occasionally on television among the other Walter Lantz cartoons, but now it's seldom - if ever - played anymore) it is on the Woody Woodpecker and Friends Classic Cartoon Collection (Volume 1) DVD boxed set.
So now you can watch Tex Avery's brilliantly comedic and macabre final film and see just what made this man the legend he has become..
One of Tex Avery's last cartoons.
Sh-h-h-h-h is one of Tex Avery's last cartoons and is an excellent effort.
The plot here revolves around a Mr. Tweedle and his need for peace and quiet because of his nerves.
His efforts to get some quiet-and their effect on him-offer the traditional complement of sight gags as well as verbal humor, something not always found in Avery cartoons.
A wonderful piece of work done for Walter Lantz.
Highly recommended..
Funny,Dark Humor.
This is one of Tex Avery's later animated shorts that he produced for Walter Lanz, after M-G-M closed down it's animation department.
This short features some of the usual deranged,kinetic humor that he was famous for (but also touches on some dark humor,too).
The plot concerns a Jazz musician (Mr.Twiddle)who has a nervous breakdown being constantly exposed to loud horns.
He is prescribed by his doctor to get some rest & quiet.
He books a room in a Swiss hotel that is supposed to be super quiet.
No sooner than he sacks in for the night, when the room next door is taken by a couple who spends the night laughing non stop & honking on a trombone (supplied here by 'The Okeh Laughing Record---a novelty record released in the 1920's).
The rest of the short is Twiddle trying to get this barrage of noise stopped so he can get some peace & quiet.
The surprise ending is a corker that will floor you.
This was apparently,Avery's last animated short produced for theaters,as he would eventually move to television (as would most other animators of the era).
Sadly,this animated short is rarely ever shown on TV,much less re-released in cinemas (why is Universal sitting on these screen treasures?).
This took me years to track this down.
I have been asking around for simply years for this cartoon but I never knew how many H's were in the title to be able to search correctly.Well, I will do my best to purchase it at whatever the cost.This cartoon is by far of my dear favorites of all time.
The hilarity of beyond funny.
True comedic situations that is leaps and bounds in the same direction but way ahead of its time of the great Simpsons cartoons.
Having realistic themes with outlandish results is what makes this cartoon fantastic.
I cannot stop laugh when I see this or even think of it.
On www.youtube.com I can only find this cartoon in french I believe it is in.
If only I can find it in English, I'll be one grateful camper.The horns, the laughing nurse, the signs at the resort ...everything is over the top genius..
Poor Mr. Twiddle.
A little man works as a percussionist in a nightclub.
He sits in the middle of the horn section and gets blasted over and over.
His doctor tells him to go somewhere quiet.
He checks into a hotel where quiet is followed to the letter.
Just as he is about to go to sleep, a hornblowing, laughing couple get the room next to him.
As he tries to get them to be quiet, he is tormented by them.
It's like those Droopy/Spike cartoons where everything he does backfires.
This is dark but quite funny..
Mr Twiddle's battle for quiet.
Love animation, it was a big part of my life as a child, particularly Disney, Looney Tunes and Tom and Jerry, and still love it whether it's film, television or cartoons.Also have much admiration for Tex Avery, an animation genius whose best cartoons are animated masterpieces and some of the best he ever did.
'Sh-h-h-h-h-h' may not be one of his very best, only because his masterpieces were so many, more so than most other animation directors.
Occasionally, limitations show in some of the backgrounds (in comparison to his cartoons from the 40s), but this doesn't matter quite so much because everywhere else in the animation it's colourful and expressive.Many times it has been said by me that when Avery was not at his best he still fared much better than most other animation directors at their worst, some can only dream of having their best work on the same level as the masterpieces from Avery.
Still think that.Have not seen all Avery's work, though that's my goal as of now, but as of now have yet to see anything "bad" from him, even if there are perhaps a few very early efforts that are not at his usual top standard.Clarence Wheeler is no Scott Bradley, but his music scoring proves him to be a more than worthy replacement.
It's lively, lush and fits very well, if not quite action-enhancing as with Bradley.'Sh-h-h-h-h-h' is one of those cartoons that is very funny, with plenty of clever, imaginatively timed gags that really deliver on the humour and makes the most of a very clever and brilliantly constructed story that is pure insanity and deliciously so.
Nobody does insanity like Tex Avery.Direction as to be expected is impeccable as is Daws Butler's bravura voice-work.
One does feel sorry for poor Mr Twiddle, especially if you've been in a similar situation to him.Overall, another brilliant work from a master.
10/10 Bethany Cox. Sh-h-h-h-h-h (1955) - a last major studio animated hurrah-and you'll Okeh, it,too!.
One of Universal's final good and great cartoons, due to Tex Avery, and Kurt Hahn, no offense, but your review is similar to Tex's 1952 Metro (by the *way*, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer's famous aconym is (emphasis) not, shouting -Metro's cartoon"Rock-A-Bye Bear".
This is the one with the 1920s famed Okeh Laughing record used as a soundtrack.
Unfortunately,Universal's "classic cartoons": afterwards became the Chilly Willy pity-tuggers, the cutesy Woody/nephew/niece/etc.
cartoons and boring Beary Family shorts *all* directed by Paul Smith and written, almost always by Cal Howard (also responsible for the last several years of Warner Bros.cartoons, which did give us slightly better cartoons there..).
If any of Universal's current releases, like "Almost Christmas","50 Shades" sequel, etc.etc.etc.etc.have a character watching a Lantz cartoon, the 1960s-70s ones shouldn't be it, (especially in a more mature Univ.
movie!) ones going back from this true classic by Tex Avery to the 1930s should be the cultural references if Universal, a la WB with Bugs, Yogi,etc.
or Disney with Mickey, Elsa, does an in-joke cultural reference.
Now...Shhh..
I'm trying to sleep.
lol Way to go ex (he did the *only* Chilly Willy cartoons where the penguin's not a character type used for Hanna-Barbera's Yakky Doodle duckling----where only pity is seemingly the only raison d'etre.
(All of which is moot as Universal's movies thankfully overall have no Walter Lantz connections, which means no 1960s Paul J.Smith shorts..sadly it means no gems like these of Woody the Giant Killer,either.) By the way this board's stupid dis-allowing of shouting is total censorship and causes vast misinformation about a point.This censorship of so-called "shouting" as it is called is in reality mentioning Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer's acronym, once again.
Just like Warner Bros.
or National Broadcasting Network.
I am not shouting okay?
Back to the review for the final line, "Shhhh" was the final great cartoon released by Universal Pictures.
No other cartoons should, in my humble opinions, ever have been released after 1955 for Lantz.
Then a whole blemish on the overall legal would not even exist....:).
Droopy at his best.
Plot: Droopy is supposed to play watchdog over a bear hibernating for the winter, and is competing with another dog for the job.My brother and I saw this some Saturday morning 30 years ago and we still giggle about it today.
Too bad it's not on video; maybe someone can give me a shout it you hear otherwise..
Silence I kill you.
"Sh-h-h-h-h-h" is an American cartoon from 1955, so this one is already way over 60 years old and it is another collaboration by writer and director Tex Avery and voice actors Daws Butler for Walter Lantz.
In the center of it all, we have a man who is sick from all the noice in his life and so he is sent to a facility where he is supposed to find silence and piece again.
So far so good until he meets a pair of resilient neighbors who have no interest in adjusting to the silence.
All our heroes attempt to fight back turn out useless.
Sure you can wonder why he would join a band with his state or why nobody else hears the loud guys next door, but lets not overanalyze it.
The twist who they were is not too interesting and in retrospective a bit expected as otherwise their inclusion early on would have served no purpose.
Still I did not see it coming.
Then again it is not too important.
It is far more important and interesting to watch Avery's fast and witty shot at slapstick comedy.
It may in effect always be the same, but the different items easily keep it from becoming repetitive.
Then again, it's just a little over 6 minutes.
Also the end of the man is something you won't find with WB let alone Disney really and fits Avery's style without compromise.
He was the Tarantino of cartoon filmmakers if you wanna say so.
The reason that this one here is not among his most known and hardly anybody remembers the main character anymore these days may have more to do with him being human than with the age of this cartoon as Avery made many others even earlier that are much more known today than this one.
I had a fun time watching though.
SH-H-H-H-H-H (Tex Avery, 1955) ***.
This one's a variation on the Oscar-winning Tom & Jerry cartoon classic QUIET PLEASE (1945)  with a premise that's a guarantee of sure-fire gags (in spite of its essential familiarity).
A meek middle-aged man suffers a nervous breakdown; his psychiatrist recommends an isolated hotel as the place where he can find the peace-of-mind he covets so much.
However, when he gets there, the man is harassed by his next door neighbor  entertaining a female guest and blowing noisily on his trombone!
Every attempt by the hapless protagonist to stop the riot they're making rebounds disastrously on himself; eventually, he decides to confront them face to face  we had never seen their full figure up to this point  and, of all people, these turn out to be the psychiatrist himself and his aide!!.
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For some reason I thought it was a tuba.)A man goes to see the psychiatrist.
The psychiatrist tells the man that he has trombonitis trombonosis, that his nerves are shot, that he needs a quiet vacation, and sends the man on vacation to calm his nerves.
The man checks into a quiet hotel in the Swiss Alps.
The man goes to his room.
The man is disturbed by noise from the room next door: he hears a man playing a tuba trombone horn and a woman laughs laughing.
He tries to knock on the door, call the phone in the next room, send a note, throw a bucket pail of water, drill a hole and insert a hose, pull the rug, deliver a bomb, drop a safe, all to no avail.
He finally goes to the front desk and tells the concierge that he needs to see a doctor.
The concierge takes him to the room next door and sees that it is his psychiatrist and his wife that were making the noise.
The psychiatrist warns the man about his nerves.
The man blow up blows up explodes.