Duck Soup? Man, after watching this so-called "comedy classic" from 1933, I'm torn between laughing and crying. Marx Brothers, are you guys pulling my leg? When the story kicked off, I still had a glimmer of hope. The Republic of Freedonia appoints this wacko president, Rufus T. Firefly, and I thought, "Hey, this might be fun." Boy, was I wrong. Firefly's presidency is like a never-ending circus act. He mocks ministers, flirts with rich girls, spouts nonsense in Congress, and treats diplomacy like a game. I figured this was supposed to be a jab at incompetent leaders, but guess what? This nutjob actually wins the war! Is this satire or praise? I'm completely lost. The Marx Brothers' performance? Okay, I'll give them props for their mirror scene chemistry. But come on, is this your A-game? Compared to Chaplin or Keaton, it's small potatoes. Those so-called "jokes," like the bathtub prank or the squabble in front of the vendor'...