I’ve still got a cold, so I’m pretty slow on the uptake. So by the time I’ve understood a joke, it’s too late to laugh because there’s been three new jokes arriving in the meantime.
It’s so deliciously silly throughout. Not a very… well-plotted… film, perhaps, but inspired, nonetheless.
Horse Feathers. Norman Mcleod. 1932.
Autumn Chai Swizzle
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