This is what happens when you extinguish the Marx Brothers' vim and vigor with an inert script in a rote comedy that could have starred literally anyone. Lucille Ball also gets a nanosecond to almost shine in a supporting role. What an infuriating waste of talent. Not even the catchphrase "Jumpin' butterballs" can render this a memorable film.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
33 Horror Movies. 33 Reviews. Hooptober Challenges.
View my 2016 Cinema Shame/Hoop-Tober Watch Pile Shame-a-thon Statement here.
Nature of Shame:
Never seen THE FLY (1986). CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! Jeff Goldblum. Cronenberg. Oozy goo. THE FLY!
Hoop-tober Challenge Checklist:
Decade - 1980's
Original and Remake
The Advance Word: OMFG LIKE THE BEST F'ING MOVIE EVER. I'm substituting hyperbole for an honest appraisal of my expectations here. I do so because I scanned the @Letterboxd reviews and that's pretty much what…
The eskimos have 1000 words for snow, and Robert Mitchum has more than a 1000 camera angles at which he looks like a chiseled specimen of moral incorruptibility and physical perfection.
The movie is good, btw, if you like those noir-ish westerns where the "noir" is shorthand for everybody but Robert Mitchum is an irrational asshat.
I'm fond of them.