Review of Rabbit of Seville

. . . with more than half of such frosted nuptial confections depicted on film ruined before or during the wedding ceremony (sometimes accidentally, but often on purpose). Nobody seems to think that it's funny or fitting for the cat, dog or flower girl to eat all the petals off the bridal bouquet. (Doubtless the American Florist Association would have a conniption if such an event occurred on-screen, and scream bloody murder.) But Tinsel Town seems to think that we Home Economics majors have nothing better to do than to slave in the kitchen all day baking fancy cakes or succulent pies, just to see them thrown into someone's face or squashed by a falling Fudd (this latter catastrophe actually occurs as RABBIT OF SEVILLE concludes). How's that for a slap in the face?