By Scott Ross
The Marx Bros.’ daffiest movie is also (pace Pauline Kael) their best. Groucho is Rufus T. Firefly, the president of Freedonia; Zeppo his loyal second-in-command; Harpo and Chico a pair of slyly inept spies; the great Margaret Dumont the country’s most prominent aristo; and Louis Calhern Groucho’s political rival. This is the one in which Groucho declares of Dumont, “We’re fighting for this woman’s honor, which is more than she ever did.”
It has everything for which the brothers became the darlings of their intellectual and absurdist followers; none of it makes any sense (would you appoint Groucho the President ofanything?) and it’s full of unmotivated gags, a classic silent bit (Groucho and Harpo and the shattered mirror) and an insane production number celebrating the advent of war seems, in this post-Operation Enduring Freedom era, only slightly exaggerated. (A Pre-Code project, the movie also contains the jaw-dropping marriage pun Groucho offers to Dumont: “All I can offer you is a Rufus over your head.”)
The movie was a dud, and the brothers (sans Zeppo) ended up at MGM, where no such unmotivated insanity would be allowed. Pity. Leo McCarey directed, and both the script and the delicious satirical songs were written by Bert Kalmar and Harry Ruby.
Text copyright 2013 by Scott Ross