
‘Hold That Blonde!’ Hilariously Attempts Hysterical Slapstick
If George Marshall’s Hold That Blonde! can’t rise to the brilliance of a Preston Sturges movie, it’s an often-hilarious attempt.

If George Marshall’s Hold That Blonde! can’t rise to the brilliance of a Preston Sturges movie, it’s an often-hilarious attempt.

The Devil’s Bride is surely one of the most bizarre films from the Iron Curtain; as hallucinatory as anything this side of Teletubbies.

The sitcom is a creation of spare parts salvaged from dying vaudeville and thriving radio welded together by performers who understood the power of physical shtick and the intimacy of invisible theatre.
Jackass was originally for early aughts audiences. Now 20 years and multiple blows to the head, heart, and extremities later, that moment has proven to be damn near immortal.

Preston Sturges’ The Lady Eve is layered with texture and substance draped in the gleeful prurience of a master of slapstick and romance.

The opposite of the idealized embodiments of masculinity seen in male cinema heroes, hapless man-children Laurel & Hardy are creatures of the id.
What amazes me about Charlie Chan-spoof Mastermind isn't that such a thing exists but that such a thing exists without my having heard of it.