Bringing up baby (1938)

I found myself laughing out loud at Bringing up baby (dir. Howard Hawks), a screwball comedy of the hysterical sort, in which people are talking at the same time and everything is a mess. Looking at the story, I am a bit worried: what did I find so funny in this rather sexist movie about how love, in the end, is somehow imbued with repulsion and incomprehensible attraction? And believe me, the image of love presented here is truly wacky, but strangely familiar: the attraction between the two sexes can never be spelled out - it goes beyond social relations and psychological compatibility. Or maybe this is a wrong-headed interpretation? The story begins with a not so happy couple involved in scientific toil, overshadowing their romantic life. The girl wants to dedicate her life to science, not to family life. The man, a humble and disoriented paleontologist (Cary Grant in spectacles, I guess that was supposed to be funny), is on a mission to secure a missing dinosaur bone and a donation - but then this extremely annoying, airheaded girl comes in his way, and in her company is ... a leopard! The girl turns his life into a misery but we know how it will end. - - - The humor in this sizzling film, except for the kind of gags we all know if we have seen a couple of silly comedies in our life, and which are, to be honest, nothing to write home about, is built around Audrey Hepburn's outrageous character - she is excess, she is will power, she is a force of nature. I wonder what Zizek would say about her and this unstoppable film about, you know, desire as a lacuna in the midst of symbolic representations. Or something to that effect. If your nerves handle this movie, you are up for anything.