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This is a remake of "A Slight Case of Murder," and suffice it to say that Broderick Crawford is no Edward G. Robinson! The remake, with Crawford as the reformed bootlegger who won't even drink the horrid beer he makes, is funny enough, but be sure to see it first, then the 1938 original. The decline may have something to do with the 50's sensibility's being too far removed from both Prohibition and 1930's screwball comedy.

After the ban was lifted, a brewer decides to sell the beer legally, but no one wants to buy his rebellious beer, and he doesn't want to force sales. Sorry,

What a fun movie! Kind of a precursor of "Some Like it Hot" the movie has a lot of fun with the Runyonesque characters (Runyon wrote the screenplay) and the goofy goings on of a Prohibition beer baron who decides to go legit when Prohibition is repealed. Broderick Crawford is wonderful as the blustering but soft-hearted Remy Marko. The film also has a few nicely placed and very enjoyable musical numbers, and who knew Broderick Crawford could sing so pleasantly (turns out his parents were both opera singers!). The farce is generous and hilarious, with dead bodies cropping up everywhere, and Margaret Dumont putting in a turn as the usual easily offended matron. Joseph Vitale, Sheldon Leonard and Charles Cantor do a great job as Marko's lovable hood sidekicks. Harry Morgan appears but his contribution is limited mostly to climbing over transoms and in and out of windows. The production values are wonderful. All in all a surprisingly wonderful treat.

In this remake of A Slight Case Of Murder, Broderick Crawford steps into the shoes of Edward G. Robinson in a remake of the film that had its origins as a Broadway play written by Damon Runyon. It was a flop play on Broadway in the Thirties but a roaring success as a film.

Both Crawford and Robinson in the leads of their respective films got a chance to burlesque the tough guy images both so carefully cultivated. Both looked like they were enjoying themselves on screen.

The film concerns the end of Prohibition and a gangster who made it big in the illegal beer racket now wants to go legitimate and gain some respectability. Crawford and his wife Claire Trevor rent a big country mansion near the Saratoga racetrack and throw a huge party. They want respectability not just for themselves but for daughter Virginia Gibson who is engaged into some upper crust WASP family.

But a robbery of bookies at Saratoga (remember this is set in the 30s before pari-mutual machines so the tracks had bookies to take bets) and the crooks using this 'abandoned' mansion as a hideout interrupt all those plans. Without revealing more all the legal and domestic and financial problems all get nicely resolved as the film concludes in a very funny way.

Other than some really unnecessary musical numbers the film is practically a carbon copy of the original. Stop, You're Killing Me is highly recommended as tonic for the funny bone.

I dislike remakes, and Hollywood has made a ton of them over the years. In the few cases where I actually liked the remakes, most of the time it was because the original film was flawed and the remake managed to work out the kinks--resulting in a better film. However, in the case of "A Slight Case of Murder", this is a very, very tall order, as this is one of the better comedies of the 1930s and one of Edward G. Robinson's best films. Because of this, I just understand why they didn't just re-release the original and remake some other film instead.

In "Stop, You're Killing Me", the film was originally seen as a remake featuring the singing and comedy of Danny Kaye. This might have worked. However, when Kaye was unavailable, they substituted Broderick Crawford--a man about as unlike Kaye as you could imagine! Hearing Crawford sing was sure interesting! Fortunately, it was quite brief and the rest of the music for the Kaye version was dropped or sung by others!

The film begins the day Prohibition ends. The good times for Marco (Crawford) and his gang of bootleggers is over--as cheaper and MUCH better booze is now available everywhere. So, Marco decides to disband the gang and retire. After a time, he gets bored and decides to re-open his brewery--legitimately this time. The problem is, his beer totally sucks and the only reason folks bought it was because his gang forced them to buy it and better stuff wasn't available. Marco is in trouble--and about to walk into more when he takes a little vacation.

There's been a huge holdup and an unrelated gang is hanging out in the mansion where Marco and his pals are headed for their vacation. To make things worse, one of the gang members ends up killing his partners and hides their bodies all over the place. Add to this a precocious and very annoying kid and you have a recipe for fun...or at least that's the way it was in the original!

The problem with "Stop, You're Killing Me" is that aside from a tiny bit of music and color, the film is just too close to the original and offers nothing new. The only major plus was Margaret Dumont--she was great! Plus, while everyone tries their best, I just couldn't help but think how much more I liked the originals--with not only Robinson but Allen Jenkins, George E. Stone, Eddie Brophy and more! Still, the original script was quite good and even though the film never should have been made, it was still pleasant and entertaining.