Reviewed by Colin Jacobson (December 10, 2025)
Precisely a decade after 1929’s The Cocoanuts elevated them from vaudeville fame to movie stardom, the Marx Brothers kept rolling. 1939’s At the Circus delivered their ninth film as leads.
Jeff Wilson (Kenny Baker) and his girlfriend Julie Randall (Florence Rice) perform in a circus that he owns. Though wealthy, he forsakes his fortune to operate this enterprise.
However, Jeff finds himself in debt and needs to raise funds fast to keep control of the circus. Strongman’s assistant “Punchy” (Harpo Marx), general hand Antonio Pirelli (Chico Marx) and conniving lawyer J. Cheever Loophole (Groucho Marx) become the main hopes for financial salvation.
As usual, that plot synopsis proves nearly worthless. Marx Brothers movies rarely exist as actual narratives.
Instead, Circus and its cinematic siblings come with story frameworks. As noted, here the motivating factor comes from Jeff’s monetary woes.
From there, the “plot” essentially simply becomes various comedic scenes with Groucho, Chico and/or Harpo along with some tepid romance and music from Jeff and Julie. Sometimes these connect to the narrative, sometimes they don’t.
The truth is that the Mark Brothers never really abandoned their vaudeville roots. Their stage productions worked the same way where they did little more than organize a mix of skits and songs around a general theme.
I hoped that as their cinematic career progressed, the Marx Brothers would become more ambitious and deviate from this formula. Perhaps they eventually embraced more narrative-focused films – I’ve not seen anything after Circus - but I suspect they went the “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” route.
That formula runs thin circa Circus. Brief enough to keep us with it, the movie nonetheless fails to find a lot of spark.
Honestly, the short 87-minute running time of Circus becomes its primary asset, especially after the mind-numbing 110-minute length of 1937’s A Day At the Races. Actually, 1938’s Room Service - the flick between Races and Circus - clocked in at an even tighter 78 minutes, but I never saw that one so I couldn’t compare it.
While I appreciate that Circus proves less long-winded than Races, that doesn’t mean it fares better. While Races indeed would’ve prospered from judicious editing, it still came with enough wit to make it enjoyable.
Circus just tends to feel like the Brothers running on fumes. As implied, it relies on the same formula that powered the prior Marx flicks.
That means the standard gags from Chico, Groucho and Harpo. We also find the usual musical numbers as well as a monotonous romance between two “straight” characters.
Actually, that last area works better here than in the past. Though not exactly thrilling, Baker provides a perkier presence than prior “romantic leads” Zeppo Marx or Allan Jones, as those two couldn’t have been less charismatic. At least Baker manages a little personality.
Unfortunately, pretty much everything else about Circus falters. The Brothers seem bored with the usual shtick and fail to find cleverness along the way.
Even the usually reliable Groucho can’t generate laughs. Granted, his bits fare better than those of Chico and Harpo, but Groucho’s repartee simply seems largely free from zing.
As noted, the movie’s brevity means that it doesn’t become a chore to watch. However, it does reveal a tired formula that can’t generate real laughs.