The Merry Frinks

Nice assembly of supporting actors--McMahon, Kibbee, Jenkins, Darro, Herbert, Huber awful family--very demanding and selfish lot Jenkins a commie?! Lays it on TOO thick in general, lacks subtlety--could have been better

"The Merry Frinks" is a very frustrating film to watch. The story idea is great and the movie is chock full of wonderful bit actors from the Warner Brothers' lot. But, the writer took a great idea and completely ruined it--and the director didn't help either!

The Frinks are an awful lot. Each of the children, Grandma and Father are all selfish jerk-faces. Holding the family together is Mom (Aline MacMahon)--who puts up with all their obnoxious behaviors and is quite the enabler. However, through the course of the film, each of the family members makes Mom miserable again and again. However, just after she's had enough and is a miserable, broken woman, a lawyer shows up and announces that Ma has inherited $500,000 (a HUGE sum in the 1930s)...on the condition that she abandon her family! She naturally agrees...but she is pretty miserable leading a life of leisure. And, not surprisingly, the family falls to pieces without her.

The problem with the film is that the family is completely unbelievable. They overdo the awfulness so much that it never seems the least bit plausible and the film comes off much worse than it should have. The director also should have done something about this--but it all comes off as a great idea wasted due to ham-fisted writing and directing. I would love to see a remake of this one...one that makes the family semi-plausible and the ending possible. As it is, this was just a frustrating mess of a film.

At the beginning, this seems like an early version of "You Can't Take It You." It has a darker cast, though.

Aline MacMahon is saddled with one of the most ghastly families seen before the one on the Carol Burnett Show, which was spun off into "Mama's Family." Her husband, Hugh Herbert, is a sports writer described by his managing editor as a chronic alcoholic. Her daughter is selfish and dreams of a singing career. The son (Frankie Darro) is a truant who wants to become a fighter.

The demanding hypochondriac of a mother-in-law is there, too, constantly nagging. And none other than Allen Jenkins is her elder son. He is a lawyer and a Socialist.

Guy Kibbee shows up as a long-last relative. He's all they need in their cramped Bronx apartment.

The plot twists and turns. MacMahon is marvelous. And the rest of the cast does a fine job, too.

During this time only W.C. Fields was showing a typical American family as a bunch of good-for-nothing, ungrateful louts, but even Fields' worst can't match a tenth of the so-called Merry Frinks. Dad is a drunken newspaperman who can't hold a job, his mother is a crotchety whiner who demands breakfast in bed while trying to sneak booze away from her son, his oldest son is a Communist constantly spouting off about the evils of capitalism, the youngest son plays hooky from school to go to prizefights and his daughter is having an affair with a married man. The only decent person in the house is long-suffering Mama Frink who waits on them and cleans up the catastrophes the Frinks leave in their wake. Her job becomes even harder when her husband's windbag uncle shows up on the doorstep from New Zealand. The cast is populated with some of Warner Brothers' best character actors of the early 1930's but the result is more outrageous than funny and after a while you just want someone to kill the family and be done with it. Director Green does provide one great camera move as Papa Frink arrives home to be pursued by his nagging relatives while walking through the entire house twice in a continuous tracking shot that must have been difficult to stage. Plus Warner's lab must have been especially bored as this film uses every optical wipe of the time.

The great thing about this movie is that you will, if you watch it, see some of the busiest and best character actors of the 1930's Hollywood strut their stuff. Aline McMahon, Hugh Herbert (in a less than sympathetic role, unusual for him), Guy Kibbee, Allan Jenkins and Frankie Darro. Pay no attention to the plot, it just gets in the way of some of the finest bits of scenery chewing ever put on film. Jenkins, especially, is as loud, as obnoxious, and as hammy as you'll ever see him. At no time does he speak at a decibel level less than ear splitting. (He's a communist, you see, at a time when they didn't cart you off to jail for it). Here is Aline McMahon, a really fine actress, emoting to such a degree that it makes you want to cringe. And Frankie Darro, prancing around, shadow boxing, wearing his hat brim turned up (this, apparently, was meant to make you look tough, much as turning the brim sideways does today). Frankie's problem was that he looked as though he might weigh 83 pounds, if he wore lead boots. No, the plot (disfunctional family learns it lesson, eventually, and learns to appreciate Mother) isn't important here. The opportunity to see these folks certainly is, though.

Very peculiar Warners comedy, with a good Warners cast, that in a way presages "You Can't Take It With You," but doesn't nearly match it.It's similarly about a do-your-own-thing family in the Depression--dad's a sportswriter who drinks too much, one son (Allen Jenkins, unusually cast) a Communist-leaning lawyer, a daughter's dating a married man, little Frankie Darro is a would- be prizefighter. And Aline MacMahon, that Warners treasure, is the mom who tries to keep the family together and can't. You have to watch humiliation upon humiliation pile on this woman before you get to a late payoff, and it's painful. The comedy's just not very funny, and it strains credulity that these ingrates would suddenly see the errors of their ways. Helping are Guy Kibbee as a wastrel relative who turns out not to be a wastrel, and Louise Beavers as (forever) a maid. But it's a strained, uncomfortable piece, and it's not surprising that it's not remembered.