Dizzy, nonstop chatty wife; Obnoxious brother-in-law; Harridan mother-in-law at home, and a temperamental leading lady at work has short tempered assistant director Edgar Kennedy on the verge of exploding. He can't sleep in at home after working late, and when he's called in to actually direct a scene, dealing with all of these issues has him on edge. Kennedy's character is somebody everybody can relate to, exaggerated of course, but we all have those days. The family disrupts his set, completely oblivious to the fact that if a success, his character could go further as a Hollywood director. Florence Lake flitters like a swarm of chirping wren's, cute to look at, but torture over a long period of time. The stereotypes work here because his life is supposed to be a complete exaggeration, one dimensional but total parody. Kennedy gets a lot of laughs just by reacting in different ways, each one funnier than the last.
Review of Wrong Direction
Wrong Direction
(1934)
With a family like this, I'd direct myself to divorce court!
31 August 2018
Warning: Spoilers