The Bank Dick (1942) – E. Cline
I was prepared not to
like this, having not seen W.C. Fields before and expecting stupidity,
but...there's something about the pacing, the sheer lackadaisicality (which
must have been scrupulously planned), the errant detours in plotting, that,
despite some stupidity, won me over. Plus, you don't really see alcoholism
played for laughs much anymore, so there's an added layer of peculiarity.
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