I don’t have any experience with wives, actually. My own family didn't include them; my father wasn’t fond of them, or at least, my mother wasn't keen on his relationships with other women. Danny Kaye was an exceptionally gifted entertainer—he could sing, dance, deliver jokes, bend his face into all sorts of shapes, and he seemed like a genuinely good person. *The Inspector General* really highlights every aspect of his abilities. Henry Koster directed this film, which is a fairly free adaptation of Nikolai Gogol’s well-known Russian story. Kaye plays the assistant to Walter Slezak's questionable seller of medicine, and he gets confused with the highly regarded Inspector General by some dubious local authorities in a small Russian town. What follows is chaotic confusion stemming from mistaken identity, complete with musical numbers, jokes, physical comedy, and general silliness. Elsa Lanchester, Alan Hale, Barbara Bates, and Gene Lockhart are also featured. It’s more of a dependable and pleasant Kaye film suitable for family viewing than something as outstanding as *The Court Jester*, but sometimes you just need Kaye's lively antics to chase away the sadness. 7/10

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