Ah, the Marx brothers. Not as loved as Laurel and Hardy and not as highly regarded as Chaplin. 'A Night At The Opera' isn't even as cutting as daring as 'Duck Soup'. But the sheer insanity that goes into this still elevates into one of the greatest comedies of all time.Plotwise...aw, who the hell cares about the plot here it's the fricking Marx brothers! All you need to know is that Groucho is as sharp as ever, still trying to seduce Margaret Dumont, Chicho gets some of his best lines ever and Harpo is quite possibly the most insane person to ever be let loose in a film. And there's no crappy fourth brother like Zeddo, Deddo, or Knobbo standing about to cramp their style.
Unfortunately there's horrible musical numbers and a tiresome romance that threatens to slow down the hectic pace that's the trademark of the Marxies.
But look at what you get in return:
- the as-many-people-in-one-room-as-possible-gag - the room swapping to confuse the detective - the heroes of the air routine
And some of the best lines ever, including
- "you can't fool me there ain't no sanity clause!" - "Your table's set for four!" "that's nothing my watch is set for eight" - "do you follow me?" "Why yes" "well stop following me or I'll have you arrested"
It gets so loopy at one point that they appear to be making each other laugh (at Groucho's hotel breakfast). And this isn't even scratching the surface. Their rat-a-tat-tat pacing means there's jokes you won't even pick up on or remember until the third or fourth viewing. So find it, fastforward through the scenes that don't have any one of them in it, and laugh until your lips bleed.It may not be their finest hour but it contains enough wit, mania and sheer comic genius to make us wonder and weep at how much Martin Lawrence gets paid for 'Black Knight'.