Gildersleeve on Broadway

(1943)

Gildersleeve (a fat, irritating idiot) goes to New York to help some old guy save his business, but then all sorts of harebrained shenanigans occur: Glinda the Good Witch shows up, a dude shoots arrows at random people for absolutely no reason, a drunk walks around the ledge of a building for fun, the old guy has to cross-dress to pull off some inane scam, and of course there's tons of ridiculous misunderstandings. It's a fucking nightmare. I guess people in the 1940s were pretty stupid, because they made a whole bunch of these Gildersleeve movies. It's enough to make me wish the Nazis had won the war. Of course this makes me wish the Nazis had won the war too, so I guess that's not saying much:

Damn that's hot. Where was I? Oh, yeah: kiss my ass, Gildersleeve.

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