Duck Soup review – brazen satire of tinpot nationalism

The movie vaudeville of the Marx brothers was perhaps never so inspired, and surely never as brazen, as in their surreal satire of tinpot nationalism and political pomposity in 1930s Europe – imagine if America had to come in and sort that mess out!. The Ruritanian state of Freedonia, forever teetering on the edge of war with its bellicose neighbour Sylvania, is bankrupt, and forced to accept a multi-million dollar loan from a wealthy American widow (played superbly deadpan by the brothers’ regular foil, Margaret Dumont)on condition that they install as president her friend, Rufus T Firefly, a free-thinking genius and visionary played by Groucho Marx. Wisecracking Rufus soon causes chaos among the flummoxed flunkies in Freedonia’s colossal government state rooms, which are designed with proto-fascist grandiosity. A movie audience in 2015 has to acclimatise itself to the movie’s style: steeped in live theatre, the Marx brothers had a habit of leaving silences where the laughs were going to go. But the sheer silliness is inspired: Rufus’s political song about all the enjoyable things he’s going to crack down on includes chewing gum – anticipating modern policy in Singapore.