Forget that director’s credit— McLeod just placed the camera and had someone turn it on. Forget the cheesy filmmaking and the casually episodic narrative. Concentrate instead on W.C. Fields, stringing together a succession of his best gag sequences. He plays the proprietor of a moribund grocery store, tormented by his awful wife and children, driven half-mad by every passer-by, registering victimization and misanthropy in his best, curiously minimalist, comic manner.