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The Inspector General - Danny Kaye - Walter Slezak - Elsa Lanchester - DVD - Collector's Edition - 'the Inspector General, generally he inspects' -- one of the screens' greatest clowns, in a hilarious movie

Didi, Dad and I had watched this movie years ago on DD. One of the first shots was of a man on a galloping horse breaching security. The sentry fires a warning shot…and an innocent little bird falls from the sky! How we laughed!

I caught the flick today on Joost and couldn’t help thinking of our first TV.

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Anonymous said…
The Inspector General is my favorite too.
Do you know that you can read this book of
Gogol on internet in esperanto:
http://www.esperanto.mv.ru/Revizoro/index.html

The film with Danny Kaye was made end of 1940, some years later 1952 there was a film made in
Russia/then Sovjet.
http://kinejo.blogsome.com/2007/04/16/la-revizoro/
Igor Gorbaĉov is the funny guy here.
Sunday, March 22, 2009 4:03:00 PM
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