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Start the Revolution Without Me (1970)
A tongue in cheek gem and a dagger into the swollen buttocks of human social affectations
The most side-splitting scene in this entire tour d force satire of human nature has to be Hugh Griffith as the bumbling old king awkwardly shuffling down the grand staircase in that ridiculous bird costume, sabotaged by his scheming wife into thinking he was coming down to a costume ball, only to be greeted by a vast throng of uppercrusted bluebloods dressed to the nines in formal evening attire, no one daring to say anything (for he was, of course, The Royal Majesty ), the utterly confused Monarch making his way past his prostrating subjects, bobbing up and down like a giant blue chicken as he returned their bows, all the while making desperate asides to the Queen that it was supposed to be a costume ball he was attending. That has to be one of the most sophisticated scenes in any comedy I have ever seen. Such a skewer into the heart of the pompousness human nature can engender into its artificial social constructions!