Irwin "Fletch" Fletcher, Los Angeles journalist, really lives for his profession. As Jane Doe, he publishes articles that have caused several heads to roll in the past. Now, Fletch is at it... See full summary »
Joe Don Baker,
Clue is a movie about 6 guests, a butler, and a maid, who are all involved in the murders of 6 people. The guests all meet at Hill House, where you learn that Professor Plum works in D.C., where everyone else lives. Colonel Mustard is a client of Miss Scarlet, who is the ex-employer of Yvette, the maid, who had an affair with the husband of Mrs. White, etc. When Mr. Boddy, who is blackmailing each guest, gives the guests each a weapon, he tells them they should kill Wadsworth, the butler, to avoid being exposed. With Mrs. Peacock's craziness, and Mr. Green's clumsiness, the whole group finds themselves tangled in a web of murder, lies, and hilarity. Written by
The term 'Schtupping' is actually a crude German/Yiddish word for the sex act; this is why Madeline Kahn's character in Blazing Saddles (1974) is named "Lilly Von Schtupp" for rather obvious reasons. See more »
When the guests are done searching the house, they hear Col. Mustard and Miss Scarlet yelling because they are locked in the lounge with the now dead driver. Yvette runs and gets the gun to shoot the door open, she trips on her way out of the study and shoots the chandelier and it begins to spin. The camera then pans to a shot from the ceiling looking downward on the room as Col. Mustard and Miss Scarlet are freed, the reflection of the lights from the chandelier are seen on the floor and are not spinning although the camera shot changes from the ceiling shot to a shot of the chandelier spinning and eventually falling. The reflection does not move although the lights themselves are supposedly spinning above. See more »
Like Clockwise, this is just a movie I've always found very funny. Superbly casting some superlative film talents into the board game roles of Colonel Mustard et al, this throws the greatest over-actor of them all in as the butler and lets rip. The murders start to pile up, getting sillier and sillier (three cheers for the Singing Telegram Girl!) The pace picks up, so that about half an hour before the end the butler starts to exposit and virtually never stops. Oh, and there are three endings, just for good measure. And the last line is an all-time classic.
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