Arsenic and Old Lace

An old Capra. I'm not his biggest fan, and I can't really stand Cary Grant either. Both are incredibly stiff in their own way, so I guess in some way they do make a good match. Sadly, that never seemed to lead to good cinema. Arsenic and Old Lace is no exception, it's an incredibly crusty comedy that greatly overstays its welcome.

Mortimer is a well-known writer who is known for being skeptical about marriage. But even he can't escape love, and not much later he ties the knot. He drives home to inform his aunts, but when he gets there, he finds a body hidden in the cupboard. Wanting to save his aunts, Mortimer will learn that nothing is what it seems.

Grant is an enormous miscast, the jokes are lame and outdated and the runtime is excessive, though that's probably because the comedy fell completely flat for me. At least the film doesn't try to do anything else but to be funny, so the mood is light at all times. It's not much, but it's something.