The Archive · 1930

Animal. Crackers

The quartette of Marx imbedes lofer' this week" at the Capitol Theatre their exhausting comedy "Animal Crackers," heartily recommended for those who can laugh achingly for. two hours and still manage to walk limply. from the theatre at "the conclusion. The hang-over la slight and. decidedly worth it. The matter of plot is Sanecsnary, for the Marx bothers fearry—pardon, bounce is. the "Source the show all over the place without the slightest Teed of con ventional assistance, although. in case of "Animal Crackers" there is the pivot of a stolen paint-round which the brothers Wind val. their aparious. sales. Thos have seen "The Cocoanuts™ will remember most of the mannerisms, for they are repeated, although, it bastly" added, they well bear repetition. "But it is the dialogue which contributes most to the howling success of the play. Such wise-cracks "Haven't I seen Jyou before. You look just like [someone I met and you have the same name?"—"Well, I guess it have been me then,""—"It it was I feel sorry for you both," occur {fast and tonously throughout, the entire farce, The part where one lof the brothers proposes to two ladies and takes refuge in a Eugene O'Neill "Strange Interlude" where-lay he idiotically discloses his skittish and very funny trend of thought, is particularly good. Some excellent plane performances are rendered in the same nonsensical manner as in "The Cocoanut," Li wise the most idiotic of the plays the harp in an angelic really noteworthy way, rapturously yawning at the end of his performance. Puns that would make Shakespeare turn over and groan is grave are hurtled with de-into every sentence. y the Marx brothers cular support, The the large cast stand around and act when called upon to act, Lillian Roth provides the romantic interest although romance fin a Marx comedy seems a bit like sped cream on top of sauerkraut and sausage. Still, she is sweet fand harmless and not a bit difficult to gaze upon, and her one vocal Jeffort perhaps provides a much needed lull in an orgy of hilarity.

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