After last week's less then impressive W.C. Fields outing we get another serving of the misanthropic drunk. The Golf Specialist (Monte Brice, 1930), The Pharmacist (Arthur Ripley, 1933), The Fatal Glass of Beer (Clyde Bruckman, 1933), The Barber Shop (Arthur Ripley, 1933), The Dentist (Leslie Pearce, 1932), and the silent Pool Sharks (Edwin Middleton, 1915). While some are better and more memorable than others, I think Pat and I enjoyed each much more than we liked The Bank Dick. The less time we spend with W. C. Fields the more we enjoy him.
Eddie Cline's 1940 comedy The Bank Dick, written by and starring W.C. Fields, has a 100% rating on Rotten Tomatoes and I will never ever understand that. I'm ruling out Cultural Dissonance -- I'm a fan of other comedies and comedians of the era and even of Fields' shorts which we discuss next week -- I'm just not a fan of this movie except for one great scene, which is fortunately a car chase that takes up most of the last act.