Gildersleeve's Ghost

Unfortunately, the above quoted line is the best line in the film and comes early on when the plot involves two ghosts of Gildersleeve's ancestors rising from the grave and deciding to help him become police commissioner. Mad scientists with a potion that makes a girl (MARION MARTIN) invisible and an ape on the loose are the ingredients that add to the plot's ill advised mixture of laughs and fright.

RICHAD LeGRAND gets to say his famous line a little too often ("Well, I wouldn't say that"), and the scatterbrained cast includes AMELITA WARD, MARIE BLAKE and FREDDIE MERCER, all badly needing better material.

The ectoplasm is indeed strained to the utmost and the result is a flat comedy in search of a good script. What might potentially have seemed like fun material for Gildersleeve is turned into a forgettable sophomoric mess.

Not recommended, even for fans of the Gildersleeve radio comedy series.

Though no great shakes on its own, "Gildersleeve's Ghost" is at least much better than "Gildersleeve's Bad Day", the only other film in this series I have seen so far. It throws in everything but the kitchen sink: ghosts, a mad scientist and his shady assistant, a loose gorilla, an invisible woman, a "haunted" mansion with secret passageways, a thunderstorm, etc. Clever special effects, funny if old-hat gags, an astoundingly fleshy and bodacious Marion Martin (when we see her body in the flesh, that is), and a good supporting comedic performance by the prolific but little-known Nicodemus Stewart. **1/2 out of 4.

Two Gildersleeve ghosts discover experiments being conducted by mad scientist Dr. John Wells which include an invisible woman and an escaped gorilla. Throckmorton P. Gildersleeve is running for police commissioner against the incumbent Haley. His niece and nephew want to campaign for him in costumes, Leroy in a gorilla costume. This leads a mistaken identity and a hunt for a real gorilla although Haley believes that it's a PR stunt.

It's a minor comedy. The outlandish premise has some screwball potential. I don't know much about the comedic stylings of Harold Peary. It feels like that he's one half of a comedic duo and he struggling to fill both roles. With his tone, he should be a fraidy cat running from ghosts and other monsters. Chauncey dealing with the invisible woman is probably the funniest bits but one has to ignore the bad stereotype. He has a good amount of fraidy cat tone but he can go overboard. This would work better with more slapstick and physical humor. It's all a little less funny than the wacky premise should be able to deliver.

Its common, I suppose, for celebrities to make it on a single attribute. Julia's smile, Jaylo's butt... and Peary's laugh. He was already one of the top radio personalities of all time based on his exploitation of that one comic effect.

Here, it is transferred to the screen as nearly all radio successes were. And it is shoehorned into a formula cornucopia: a real gorilla and a gorilla costume; a disappearing and reappearing "show" girl (who gets to be nude on screen in a shower scene, but invisibly so); and a mad scientist. The whole thing is framed by the ghosts the ancestors of Gildy's and his sidekick, played by the same actors of course.

Its the old kind of simple comic nesting: the story within the story, that contains actors acting and confusions between the two.

Ted's Evaluation -- 1 of 3: You can find something better to do with this part of your life.

Looks like the comedic setup here is more suited to an Abbott and Costello romp than to the gentler humor of Gildersleeve. The material is pretty familiar to old movie fans—a fake gorilla, a real gorilla (sort of), and invisible people who come and go. Of course, there's a ready-made bonanza of cheap laughs in schtick like this, so I suspect this series entry was working on a shorter production schedule than the preceding three that required more difficult scripts.

Anyway, familiar material or not, there's still the surreal premise that guarantees obvious laughs as director Douglas keeps things moving expertly. And get a load of blonde bombshell Marion Martin who wiggles in and out as the Marilyn Monroe of the '40's. Still, I was expecting the subtler humor of small town eccentrics that the series was so good at. Unfortunately, this distinctive brand of humor gets lost in the hectic hijinks of the surreal, making this the weakest of the four series entries, maybe not in the number of laughs, but in overall Andy Griffith-type satisfaction.