Preston Sturges inspires the kind of rapturous drunkenly-exuberant logorrheic responses in critics that he depicts in his characters. There are moments of sublime confusion in most of his films–and a few (The Miracle of Morgan’s Creek and Unfaithfully Yours are my favorites) never flag once they’ve set up the idiosyncrasies of characters and subplots: you get dizzying explosions of action and chatter, everyone overly-crammed into a shot, leaning and yelling over one another, as if but for the camera’s framing they’d fly off into all corners of a room. It can be exhilirating.