I thought this was going to be more meta than it ended up being. The film is such a weirdly absurd thing that plays in a world similar to BIRDMAN (OR THE UNEXPECTED VIRTUE OF IGNORANCE). I don’t really know W.C. Field’s work so it’s weird to start with this one because a lot of it plays on expectations of who he is. I’m sure this was thrilling to watch in 1941, but it looses it’s effect as time goes by. A lot of the physical comedy works really well here, it feels like something out of the Three Stooges or THE FLINTSTONES. W.C. Fields also sounds so much like Walter Matthau if he was doing an impression of Winnie the Pooh.
