The Man on the Flying Trapeze (1935) is another W.C. Fields movie. What, so soon after You're Telling Me? Sure, why not? I was just back from vacation, feeling jetlagged and bleary and it was just the tonic I needed.
Besides, this one's different. Yes, he is a drunk with a nagging wife and a loving daughter but he is not an inventor - he works as a memory expert. He remembers every detail about every man his executive boss has met so that the boss can impress them when they meet again. It's just funny to see the vague, bumbling Fields reel off the exact information nobody else can remember.
As for the rest of it, well, it's not really that different. Hitting the cider jug, singing "On the Banks of the Wabash" with some burglars, telling the boss his mother-in-law is dead so he can go to the wrestling match, and so on. Plus Grady Sutton, that jabberknowl, as Fields' worthless brother-in-law. Just what I was looking for.