In At The Circus' wonderfully convoluted plot, the heroic Marx Brothers must sabotage a French orchestra in order to save a struggling circus from a conniving midget (a pre-R2D2 Kenny Baker), a sly loan shark, and a slow-witted strongman. Absurd, yes, but then so are the Marx Brothers, and divinely so. As At the Circus jumps from the good-hearted, thick-headed charm of Chico to the sharper, elbow-in-the-ribs wit of Groucho to the supreme physical humor of ur-Kramer Harpo, the brothers provide a delicious three-ring farce of their own. There are, of course, a few bad punchlines and a boxcar of gratuitous circus animals (is it just me, or do gorillas always overact?). And just as they were when I was 12, the musical numbers are interminable (Groucho sings "Lydia the Tattooed Lady" here). But just as it was when I was 12, it doesn't matter: The jokes are worth the wait. Although not quite in a league with Marx Bros. classics like Duck Soup and Animal Crackers, At the Circus is still some of the best slapstick around.