The Marx Brothers didn’t make all that many films—just 13 from The Cocoanuts in 1929 to Love Happy in 1949—but I’d say that all but one of them (the last; even Groucho didn’t like it) are classics. This one is probably my favorite, even over the wonderful A Night at the Opera. The wild anarchy reaches new levels here. About all it lacks is Harpo doing his usual solo. In the middle of it all is a wonderful, brutal satire on war fever, done as a musical number imitating a minstrel show. The scene with Harpo and Groucho dressed in identical nightgowns, Harpo pretending to be a mirror image, is worth the price of admission all by itself.