Brewster's Millions ★★★

Walter Hill's version is soporific (in a nice way, mind) but this is palpitation-inducing. As in the back half of Rendezvous With Annie, this has the speed of screwball comedy without the verbal fillips or dexterity. It's very American: no cleverness, just plain speaking for us good clean folk coming back from the war waiting to reunite with dear old Moth-aw and my beautiful bride, and there's something attendantly unsatisfying to me. At least the vampy socialite tasked with spending Brewster's money is clear on what she wants sexually/fiscally; I would've switched over to her rather than stuck with that joyless fiance. But yeah, as this thing picks up speed it feels like having a panic attack.