Look, I know it's a Friday in Lent, but this has been kind of a rough week for all of us, whether we're happy about our new pope or not -- and I predict that next week is going to be even more harrowing. I keep having the "oh no, I forgot to write my term paper, and it's due in forty minutes!" dream, and the "well, I guess I'll try and cram this huge, thick, scummy contact lens into my eyeball" dream, and the "uh oh, there's a flood coming, but I bet I can drive fast enough to get ahead of -- noooooooooo, I can't!" dream. And my eye is twitching again.
Happily, it's Chico Marx's birthday, and that's all the excuse I need to post this:
and this
and this
and of course this
*sigh* Okay, I feel better now.
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Here I’m a Marx Brothers fan and I didn’t realize it was Chico’s b.day. Thank you Simcha! Great way to start the day!
That’s-a no good!
Not the giant contact lens dream - I hate that one. Thanks for the clips - love the Marx Bros.
Thanks alot for these timeless gems. We need the laughs.
“Is my Aunt Minnie in here?”
“Well, you can come in and prowl around if you want to. If she isn’t in here, you can probably find somebody just as good!”
And two hardboiled eggs.
Mrs, Fisher, I gave up youtube and youtube like activities for Lent! I got the idea from reading your blog! Maybe I will watch a Marx Brothers movie. I haven’t given up all tv watching for Lent.
Not the giant contact lens dream! What the heck does that one mean anyway?
Ha! I had a dream once that I met God and he looked like Chico Marx (it was also in a public bathroom and he was using the hot air blower to dry his hands…)Other than the weird imagery it was a wonderful dream and left me sooo happy.
“I was blind for three days!” Bwahahahahahaaa! Although, after watching the peanuts scene, I now need to take some anti-anxiety meds. Thank you, Simcha. :) And, since I’m already typing, what does the “having multiple contact lenses all over the place” dream mean?
I could only tolerate one clip. Too much Marx Bros renders you incapable of the real world. Watching Chico and Groucho tear through that contract is my own personal wish fulfillment. I will know I’m in heaven, when I get to play the scene myself.
Yes, Melissa, there is a sanity clause.
In honor of Chico’s birthday, we should all eat a big bowl of “tutsi-fruitsi” ice cream! (A Day at the Races)
Bless your heart, Simcha Fisher
I’ve always enjoyed Marx brothers’ farces - Thank you, Simcha, for locating and presenting these. True, the situations develop in a more leisurely fashion than most current comedic attempts; but IMHO, that allows more time to appreciate the build-up.
I often wondered where Bugs Bunny got the “Of course, you realize that this means war!” line in the cartoon where he battles an operatic tenor, finishing up by imitating Leopold Stokowski. Thank you.
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Bob:
“I’m getting a good tutsi-frutsying right here!” (Groucho, same movie)
Definitely my favorite Marx.
You just got lazy to write, I know it. C’mon, tell the truth or I’ll hit you with the sanity clause.
Personally, I think I need the Marx Bros. more on a Monday than a Friday.
:)
Ha cha cha cha…
It’s remarkable that something so hammy can by so arch. It puts the rash of recent comics to shame: sophistication in a clown suit.
That being said, I still like John Candy. Rest in peace.
I wonder if any of the Marx Brothers died strung out on dope? Or crashed their vintage automobile off a cliff? Or hung out with Hugo Chavez? Or transmitted themselves with the Raelians? Or were caught on film giving Barack Obama a masonic high-five?
You have to give it to the Marx Bros, and others like Charlie Chaplin. If the war went the wrong way, they were dog meat. But I guess art is no respecter of imbecility - regardless of political stripe.
I thought I was master of the well-placed clip. I used to adorn all my MBA assignments with little comic graphics. After awhile I graduated to video clips an animations. I’m sure this pleased my professors, who carried PhD’s in engineering and operations management. I remember when I inserted a little graphic of a sleepyhead into my economics midterm - like I was up all night burning the midnight oil. He thought it was a demand curve and marked it wrong.
But I just handed my clipart crown to you, Mrs. Fisher. You are the champ.
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