George Burns came out of retirement to star alongside Walter Matthau as comedy's most dyspeptic and dysfunctional double act in this immaculate screen adaptation of Neil Simon's hit Broadway comedy. The Sunshine Boys are Lewis and Clark, elderly vaudevillians who fell out spectacularly after forty-three years in the business, only to be reluctantly reunited for a one-off television special at the behest of Matthau's long-suffering nephew and agent (Richard Benjamin). Although it lapses into sentimentality at the end, for the most part this is comedy with a distinctly sharp and bitter edge. Despite the numerous treasurable one-liners ("I hate the son of a bitch, that's what artistic differences", "the finger! You're starting with the finger again!", "ENTERRRR!"), the bickering and sparring of the sour old professionals would be upsetting in the hands of lesser performers - luckily, Burns and Matthau are masters at the top of their respective games. One small quibble - the 'Doctor sketch', supposedly a comedy classic which the whole film has been leading up to, isn't nearly as funny as it should be, but for the most part the Sunshine Boys lives up to its tagline - "For the price of a movie, you'll feel like a million". The remake with Woody Allen and Peter Falk is best forgotten.