. . . geography bee flunk-out "Katherine Constance 'Kay' Elliott" asks her working stiff crush "Alan Ward" toward the end of THE NAUGHTY FLIRT. This flick is just another example of the Doomsday Prophecies emanating from the always eponymous Warner Bros. during the 1900s. Warner trots out THE NAUGHTY FLIRT to warn us of the sorry days in which fraudulent White House occupants will get away with placing America's most sacred duties into the incompetent fumbling hands of their trust-fund kiddies such as "Buy Her Stuff" and "Putin's Laundry Boy." THE NAUGHTY FLIRT is crammed chock full of such crass nepotism, as Rich Fat Cat One Per Centers like "J.R. Elliott" ram their clueless offspring down America's throat. Warner portrays Kay as a seductive harlot, wreaking chaos and disorder upon every precinct she deigns to visit. Kay is the sort of worthless mercenary bimbo who'd fly Air Force One into a disaster zone, step off the jet wearing an expensive "designer jacket" bearing the motto "I just don't care!" as she flings rolls of defective "Koch Brother" paper towels at victims of the catastrophe. Some might argue that Warner went too far with THE NAUGHTY FLIRT in so hatefully depicting the Rich. However, Recent History suggest to many that Warner did not go far enough.
Review of The Naughty Flirt
