Jerry Lewis buried this specterrible Holocaust comedy about a washed-up clown that ends up in Auschwitz where, hey, at least the kids love him. So bad. It doesn’t compare to Chaplin in The Great Dictator. But Chaplin was was the shit, everyone knows that. Jerry Lewis, a washed-up clown, maybe a little bit shaky, doing Vegas, shit, doing clubs, working. He was the Nutty Professor. Now he’s a clown in a gas chamber. A sad clown who cried, and died in Auschwitz.



I like Jerry Lewis getting real.