How might a moviegoer in 1949 have responded to Danny Kaye in the musical version of Gogol’s “The Inspector General?”
Watching it anew, my hot take is “It’s a Marx Bros. musical with Kaye trying to play all four Marx roles” — trying, it’s pretty obvious, entirely too hard.
Blame it on the over-exposure to “White Christmas” as a child, the fact that I distinctly remember being consistently disappointed by broadcasts of Kaye’s classic comedies on TV as a kid, and throw in the legions of tales about what a trial he was to work with, serve, deal with on an airliner or simply meet (Google “Danny Kaye” and “nasty” or “jerk”), but I never warmed to the patter-singing “Court Jester” of his era.
But here’s a Technicolor musical comedy, one of several tailor-made for his talents, capturing Kaye at his peak. “Inspector General” is quintessential Kaye, with mistaken identity, pratfalls and mugging, slapstick and tongue-twisting tunes.
“An Inspector General generally inspects, that is, they expect him to inspect generally, if they’re expecting an Inspector General. But an exceptionally generous Inspector General who made an exception and had no inspection would cause suspicion which in my condition I couldn’t except…”
Kaye is Georgi, a performing assistant in the “magic elixir” hustling Roma (Gypsy) Yakov’s (Walter Slezak) sideshow, traveling Napoleonic Europe in the months after the Battle of Austerlitz. Georgi isn’t heartless enough to play their con to the hilt, which starts a riot and sees only those two among their traveling company escape.
And Yakov doesn’t need the “illiterate millstone” that dead-weight Georgi represents. The starving redhead is soon on his own.
But the corrupt-to-the-core town of Brodney, where every member of the extended family of the mayor (Gene Lockhart) and constable (Alan Hale) is on the payroll and on the take, has gotten word that The Emperor has sent an Inspector General to survey and assess the communities of his new empire. And public stealing, pilfering, robbing from the poor to make yourself rich can get “your neck stretched.”
This Inspector General travels in disguise, learning a town’s open secrets, like the funds raised to buy a new organ for the church that disappear, as does the organ (“It caught fire!”). Paranoid, the collection of character actors playing the town’s inbred ruling class keep an eye out.
That’s how they confuse the starving stray Georgi for a Napoleonic envoy. They wine and dine him, and once Yakov has stumbled into this case of mistaken identity, they bribe Georgi (at Yakov’s suggestion).
The not completely innocent Georgi think he and Yakov are righting a wrong, but Yakov is no Robin Hood. “Grab everything for yourself” is his motto.
The mayor’s daughter (Elsa Lancaster) sets her cap for the uniformed official who simply must spend his time in Paris and Vienna. But the Inspector General takes a fancy for the proletarian serving maid, Leza (Barbara Bates).
With the town plotting ways to either buy him off or cut his throat, and with Yakov playing the angles so that he doesn’t have to share the looted spoils of their bribery, Georgi barely has time for courting and singing a few tunes, much less for plotting an escape.
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