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With that in mind, I present the following message from a penitent Geekman.
Ahem,
Due to a miscommunication betwixt my funnybone and my memory center I regretfully must ask forgiveness for my humor transgressions over the last day or so. Specifically, I am asking for you to be understanding for my belief that A Night At The Opera was funnier than Duck Soup. I know now the true error of my ways. After due consideration, and a quick smack upside my funnybone, I have come back to my senses and stand now firmly in your camp of Ducky Soupness and shall in the future proudly wave my Duck Soup flag for all the world to see.
As for The Big Store… let us never mention it again.
Sincerely,
The Forgetful Marxist
Hail Freedonia! Long live Marxism!
If there are still heathens among you who do not know of what we speak, I point you to the brilliant filmsite.org and their detailed page on the greatest Marx Brothers movie: Duck Soup.
In my defense, I must say that I did not like the ending of Duck Soup at all. However, after watching both movies again today I found myself laughing almost nonstop through Duck Soup, while I only laughed intermittently, although much harder, at A Night At The Opera. So, on a time/laughter ratio Duck Soup wins hands down. If you were to take into account the quality of laughter however, then the race is a statistical dead heat.
Now, if you
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