Larry seeks help from three of his temple's rabbis. One, and then the second, and finally the third: zip. In spite of/because of his travails, you're laughing, probably because he just keeps wondering why, and really can't/doesn't take any real action to correct any of these awful messes that keep happening to him.
It's not exactly a downer of a movie; but it does defy most attempts at a full understanding. Maybe the title is ironic: maybe Larry is just way too serious, and he'd be better off chucking everything that surrounds him and spending the afternoon watching Laurel and Hardy wrestling that piano. Or maybe a Coen brothers movie.
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