This 1944 film with Cary Grant was a great. It is obviously from a stage play (it all takes place in one room) but the comedy was brilliant! I smile even now just thinking about some of he scenes. It's a 8 (well worth digging up for a good laugh)
Mortimer Brewster takes his new wife to meet his two Aunts. The Aunts, who flounce about like only a turkey on a trampoline can flounce, seem to be the sweet doddering relatives, except that they've been killing people; of course, in their own sweet way.
When Mortimer discovers this, he goes manic trying to cover it up and thinks that their insane brother could be the answer to his problems. But then, Mortimer's long lost brother criminal brother comes back, complete with a botched plastic surgery job, a doctor on the run, and yet another body. More confusion, mix ups, cover up and some great slapstick begin.
Imagine Little Shop of Horrors without the singing mixed with a spoof of Frankenstein and film nior and you might start to go insane, but that's getting to what this film is about. It's a silly mix of unbelievably wacky characters who are doing their best to do what they think is right - be it kill lonely people, cover up murders, or have recursive plot telling stories (which was very funny!). The scene in almost pitch black when people are trying to sneak about with bodies was hilarious. The start was a little slow and some of the characters a little weak, but once the brother arrives, it all goes wonderfully berserk - Mortimer is the way that Basil Faulty would behave if he was confronted with such a situation.
The doctor with his Igor mannerisms is wonderful, just missing the lisp... "yeth mathter".
Tuesday, 8 April 2008
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