This one tosses logic out the window and devotes itself to broad slapstick. Laughs clock heavily and pace moves so swiftly audiences won't have a chance to discover it is a lot of to-do about nothing.
This one tosses logic out the window and devotes itself to broad slapstick. Laughs clock heavily and pace moves so swiftly audiences won’t have a chance to discover it is a lot of to-do about nothing.Script [from a story by Jack Moffitt] piles on the corn thickly in detailing story of the weird Fleagle family, outlaw hillbillies, and what happens to a Trotter Poll man, collecting rural data, when he crosses the Fleagles’ path. MacMurray is the Trotter man, sent into a mountain district to find out what has happened to previous Trotterites polling the section. It seems they have done okay until approaching the Fleagles, who don’t like strangers and calmly bump them off. Continuous chases, fights, etc, keep the issues in a mad shambles before MacMurray and Helen Walker barely escape with their lives. MacMurray and Walker do creditably by their assignments. Marjorie Main finds role of Ma Fleagle little different from her usual uncouth blowsy parts and gives it her usual treatment.
Murder, He Says
Paramount. Director George Marshall; Producer E.D. Leshin; Screenplay Lou Breslow; Camera Theodor Sparkuhl; Editor LeRoy Stone; Music Robert Emmett Dolan; Art Director Hans Dreier, William Flannery
(B&W) Extract of a review from 1945. Running time: 89 MIN.
Fred MacMurray Helen Walker Marjorie Main Porter Hall