This film is drier than dry-comedy itself. Dry/black/Deadpan humor usually rest on conversations, action, and quirky events. Henry Fool's morbid humor lies on the mood and the surprisingly charming events came out from paleness of events. Its comedy hangs in the air itself, it moves very awkwardly, very idiosyncratic, and retarded at times. This is one kind of a laugh I've never had before, and it is damn good.