me in 1944 when i try to distract myself from the horrors of WWII by going to the local Cinema to see the latest Cary Grant Picture and realize it’s about how Women Be Poisoning: gee ........... hope this doesn’t ..... awaken anything in me ...........

i never knew cary grant had so many facial expressions

for film club

(archibald leach was a young boy with a rough upbringing and demons. his wife said that his childhood made her cry. his older brother died, his father was an alcoholic, and his mother suffered from depression.)

cary grant was smirks and surprise and wide eyes. he was charm with a dash of a rogue and a sprinkling of a scoundrel. he was funny and more than a bit of a clown but he never forgot the hints of sadness buried deep underneath. he was slicked back hair and a suit and a tie and perfectly pressed shoes. he was flirting with the ladies late at night, leaning against the table, skipping down the road. he was dashing and he was exciting and he was perhaps the greatest movie star we've ever seen.

(somewhere along the line, archibald leach changed his name and the legend began.)

BUT DARLING, NIAGARA FALLS

IT DOES? WELL LET IT

cary grant shows all seven stages of grief on his face in the span of 60 seconds and can do more with his left eyebrow than every actor in hollywood put together

the elevator pitch for this movie is burj khalifa length

Mortimer Brewster (Cary Grant) is wishing the old adage "You can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family" wasn't true right about now because his family is proving to be nuttier than a fruitcake! As the family antic's come to a head on Halloween Mortimer (Cary Grant) is slowly losing his own sanity!

Cary Grant was absolutely brilliant! His facial expressions were hilarious! His comedic timing was impeccable! Of course he had a strong supporting cast which include the likes of Josephine Hull and Jean Adair whom knocked it out of the ballpark in their roles as the lunatic spinster aunts whom have adopted a macabre new hobby!

Also featuring Raymond Massey as Mortimer's estranged brother Jonathan with a penchant for sadistic behavior! Whom decides to have an unannounced family reunion with his bug eyed sidekick Doctor Einstein (Peter Lorre) in tow!

Comedy, chaos and escalating mayhem ensues in this wonderful black comedy compliments of Director Frank Capra!

"What I mean is... Well... This is developing into a very bad habit!"

I don't know what I expected of this film, but I certainly wasn't anticipating a Halloween screwball comedy about two aunts poisoning old lonely men, an uncle who's convinced he's Teddy Roosevelt, and Cary Grant looking shocked and flustered 90% of the runtime.

3.75/5

i love peter lorre so fucking much

Not laugh out loud funny by today's standards, but very situationally funny throughout. Cary Grant is a total madman with his facial expressions.

Едва ли не лучшая комедия положений в американском кино, когда предсказать чем все закончится совершенно невозможно, да и не нужно. История двух добропорядочных леди, которые травят одиноких пожилых квартирантов. Просто им же так грустно жить, а так они умрут и воссоединятся с любимыми. И все это на фоне сумасшедшего брата, который считает себя Теодором Рузвельтом и потому называет могилы несчастных Панамским каналом и регулярно роет новые русла...

This movie is about my family, don’t check our basement

I'd like to say that this movie is memorable, but that wasn't the case with me. I'd forgotten a lot of the details and elements because I found them a bit over the top and hammy during my first viewing when I was a kid. The entire film is a lark of silliness that doesn't take itself seriously. There are other Cary Grand movies that are better. There are other Capra movies that are better. It's fun, but I think you can go a two or more decades between viewings like I did.

"this is developing into a very bad habit!"

Cary Grant's facial expressions are just too relatable.

What a fun ride.

so much happened in this film what the

I had no idea cary grant could be that funny.

Mortimer: There's a body in the window seat.
Aunt Abby: Yes, dear, we know.

I’m not a cab driver. I’m a coffee pot!