Here Comes Cookie |
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Director: Norman Z. McLeod
Paramount: 1935 |
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65 minutes | July 2024 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Confusion worse confounded Here Comes Cookie is a runaway comedy of a film. What launches everything is millionaire Harrison Allen worried that one of his daughters is about to marry a fortune hunter, so he makes the outstandingly rash decision to temporarily transfer his entire fortune for safekeeping to his other daughter: Gracie Allen. Well. Already we fall off a cliff, as it were. We think we anticipate hijinks in a Burns and Allen movie, but really, we have no idea. Disasters come thick and fast, almost-reasonable confusion followed by unutterable confusion and slapstick. And it all keeps coming. I will not give you one of those spoilsport "reviews" which provide some Easy Notes summary, or worse, a play-by-play of the whole thing, undermining all the surprises. Gracie Allen is a live wire here, pure comic lightning. George Burns, Andrew Tombes, and the rest of the cast give excellent performances with a hilarious storyline. To say that Here Comes Cookie hurls at us a laugh a minute throughout isn't too overstated. In a way, we as audience are lucky the film is only an hour long: too much more and we might be dragged into a state of laughter beyond overwhelmed, into some unearthly realm of bedazzled incoherence. I'll coin a special phrase with its acronym for Gracie Allen's literally wonderful performance here: GABAR — that is, Gracie Allen'd Beyond All Recognition. |
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