5.8/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.8/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. The Nitwits remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have a soft spot for 1930s slapstick and guys in suits shouting over each other, you might dig The Nitwits. Everyone else will probably want to turn it off after the first fifteen minutes. It’s definitely not for people who need a coherent plot to stay awake.
Honestly, watching Wheeler and Woolsey feels like watching two people who decided to improvise a movie on a dare. They are constantly moving, constantly talking, and never actually solving anything.
There is this one scene where they’re at the cigar stand, and the timing is just… weird. It feels like they forgot their lines for a split second, but they just kept going anyway. I think I liked it more because it was messy.
Betty Grable shows up, and she’s the only one who seems to know what year it is. She’s way too grounded for this circus.
It reminds me a bit of the chaotic energy in Politiquerías, where everyone is just frantic for no reason. It’s not exactly high art, but it’s got a pulse.
The murder mystery part? Totally secondary. I stopped caring about who killed the publisher halfway through. It’s just an excuse to have these two guys run around a room and trip over furniture.
You can tell the director was just trying to keep the momentum going. It’s not graceful, but it’s loud. Sometimes that’s enough, I guess. 🚬