I feel that Fields works best here when he's engaged in the comedy de la domestic, specifically during the movie's opening 15 minutes where's caught between "burglars singing in the cellar" and his incessantly nagging wife played by a very convincing Kathleen Howard howling in the bedroom. Fantastic, hilarious stuff. The remainder of the film is more hit and miss. There are two collisions, one with a bicycle and the other with a large man. The misses are his secretary played by Fields' real-life mistress Carlotta Monti, and his daughter played by the ever alluring and sweet Mary Brian. But enough about that, who's for some applejack?
Review of Man on the Flying Trapeze
