The final appearance of Charlie Chaplin’s Tramp character somehow remains both funny and relevant.
A very old-fashioned biopic (sort of) about a French writer and his fight to save an army officer wrongly accused of treason. I found myself drawn in despite myself.
The Marx Brothers reinvented comedy for the sound era, but had to tone down their sheer anarchy (a little) to score their biggest hit.
Perhaps the best known of all screwball comedies, it is a bit too aggressively madcap for me.