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Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch
USA 1934
produced by Douglas MacLean for Paramount
directed by Norman Taurog
starring Pauline Lord, Kent Taylor, Zasu Pitts, W.C. Fields, Evelyn Venable, Charles Middleton, Jimmy Butler, George P. Breakston, Virginia Weidler, Carmencita Johnson, Edith Fellows, Donald Meek, George Reed, Mildred Gover, Arthur Housman, Walter Walker
screenplay by William Slavens McNutt, Jane Storm, based on the play by Alice Hegan Rice, Anne Crawford Flexner, music by John Leipold
review by Mike Haberfelner
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Mrs Wiggs (Pauline Lord) is just an amazingly good person: She is dirt
poor, yet she never complains and remains the epitomy of modesty. Her
husband (Donald Meek) has gone up to the Klondike for some gold three
years ago, and there's no word of him since, yet she doesn't complain
about this either. Also, without complaining, she takes care of a
half-dead horse and the five children of hers (Jimmy Butler, George
P.Breakston, Virginia Weidler, Carmencita Johnson, Edith Fellows) -
including the one (Breakston) that always coughs and will die eventually
to add drama to the proceedings. As mentioned above, Mrs Wiggs has
enough worries of her own, which she bears without complaining, but that
doesn't keep her from caring for others, like marrying her spinster
neighbour (Zasu Pitts) off to a mail order man (W.C. Fields) and seeing to
it that kind-hearted rich woman Lucy (Evelyn Venable) gets back together
with her fiancé Bob (Kent Taylor). This all pays dividends when greedy
and sour-faced landowner Bagby (Charles Middleton) shows up on her
doorstep to demand back the land Mrs Wiggs' house is built on and Bob
helps her to pay off her debts on the land. And in the end, Mr Wiggs
returns home as well, without Klondike gold, but still ... One
of these melodramas that's so cheesy it's unbearable. Problem with this
one is, there isn't a hint of subtlety in the whole story. Everyone's
either so overwhelmingly kind-hearted it defies believability or as mean
on the inside as he's mean-looking on the outside - there simply is no
middle-ground according to this movie. What's even more annoying though is
that the film doesn't even have a proper narrative to hand its cheesiness
up on, instead just sails from one cliché to the next without ever even
taking a shot at originality. And despite the presence of Zasu Pitts and
W.C. Fields, the much-needed humour safe for a few self-contained jokes is
sadly missing from the proceedings as well. To tell you the truth, tere
aren't many films I have enjoyed less than this one, even when taking the
era it was made into account and treating it as nostalgia, it plainly
sucks.
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