The Bank Dick (1940)

I just don’t get the appeal of W.C. Fields. He is brutish, offensive and ignorant, and not in the charming or ironic ways of Al Bundy, no Fields is just a straight up asshole. Yet he is considered a comedy legend, when all he seems to do is drink, make mistakes and pretend to do physical comedy when it is obviously special effects.
In this film Fields plays Egbert Souse, and that last name is easily the funniest part of the film. He makes ignorant, racist and sexist comments while looking pickled and half dead. Certainly Fields was 60 at this point and nearing the end of his life (this was his second to last film), but he doesn’t even seem to be trying. He can’t sell any of his lines, but stumbles over them and mumbles.
The circumstances of the plot are supposed to be funny and kooky, but they are little more than ridiculous. The women are either harpies, stiff tight asses, or overly sexualized from too young an age. The acting from everyone is terrible, but Fields’ lameness only highlights how mediocre everyone else is. The final car chase scene improved by rating a little, however the stuntman doesn’t make any attempt whatsoever to look like Fields, the shot goes from a slender stuntman to the bloated and huge Fields which takes you right out of the story, if you were ever there to begin with.
I just don’t get it.
Grade: D
