One Paragraph Movie Review: A Fish Called Wanda

One hundred and forty-ninth film: A Fish Called Wanda. Obviously when even the bit-part brat daughter of John Cleese the barrister and a squashed dog are well-rounded characters, you’re on a winner. A film that does few favours to stutterers, fashion, or Jamie Lee Curtis’s acting coach, it’s still a slapstick masterpiece with the best use of the word “disappointed” ever seen in film. In fact, every word uttered by Kevin Kline’s Otto is sublime, as words uttered by an unhinged character with more rage and misread philosophy than brains should be. I’d venture to say that everybody who has seen this movie has quoted from this movie, and to this day I’m proud of my ability to call people “Mr Manfredjensenjen” whenever I want to explain something to them condescendingly. So. Y’know. Pretty often. What a bloody classic. Not disappointed. Five sauced nostril-chips out of five.