'tis the season! Zombies!!!! The Ghost Breakers (1940) and King of the Zombies (1941)
As a kid, I found Bob Hope one of the more annoying adults. His shtick was tiresome, the jokes the very definition of patience-trying, but he had something going for him. Regardless of how little I found to laugh at, he delivered his routine with expert timing, measured beats, and a ridiculous amount of charm for a guy whose propensity for mugging should have been a turn-off. But that's just it. It wasn't mugging; he let his audience in on the whole thing. He knew the jokes were lame, but he also knew that it wasn't the jokes that were landing; it was the whole engagement of letting everyone know how the routine was structured, how sub-par the material was, but that the delivery and the relationship with his audience was what made the whole scene work. I found that amazing as a kid; but it also impressed me how many adults really thought those puns and dad jokes (before they were called "dad jokes") were funny. Of course, a lot of people of my parents' gener...