Nick R 🌒’s review published on Letterboxd:
Mr. Smith is pure wishful thinking (as if Washington were as easily cowed as Claude Rains); Mr. Deeds is just as much a fantasy, but it rings truer, in part because its territory is the court of public opinion and its avatar is Gary goofball Cooper with his pouty face and tuba in tow. Deeds wakes his servants by hooting into the mezzanine, listening to the echo off the marble. He commands them to hoot, and they all share a moment of meaningless delight. "Let that be a lesson to you," he says, and goes back to his room. Noted.