Horse Feathers (1932)

How I love the Marx Brothers! The vaudeville slapstick, the pun-happy wordplay, the sociopathic silent tomfoolery of Harpo, even the silly musical interludes... I love it all. This isn't quite on the level of Duck Soup or Monkey Business, but it's superior to Animal Crackers. What does that mean for you, dear reader? It means it's fucking funny. Undoubtedly you already knew that. What else can I tell you, other than this film may include Harpo's funniest material (the things he pulls out of his coat in this film...)? Go, go see it. You know you want to.

Grade: B+