Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Ed Wood Wednesdays, week 10: "Plan 9 from Outer Space" (1957-59)

"Spook details"  from the incredible, gorgeous poster for Ed Wood's most famous film, Plan 9 from Outer Space.

"It's terrible to me to hear someone say about someone else's work, 'Ahh, that stinks!' Yet the critic probably couldn't ink his way out of a paper bag. You put it on paper. Good, bad, or indifferent. At least you had the guts to put it there." 
Ed Wood, Jr. (Hollywood Rat Race) 

To laugh or not to laugh?

The book that gave Ed his second career.
That, my friends, is an important question to consider when one writes about the work of Edward D. Wood. Jr. Are we simply dredging up these films and books to ridicule them and belittle their creator, who died a penniless alcoholic over three decades ago? For thirty years, Ed labored tirelessly as a filmmaker and author, earning little money for his work and even less respect from critics and those in the entertainment industry. He could not have possibly imagined the odd, unprecedented second career he would achieve only two years after arteriosclerosis claimed his life at the age of 54.

A book called The Golden Turkey Awards: The Worst Achievements in Hollywood History (Perigree Trade, 1980) by Harry and Michael Medved would grant Ed posthumous infamy by naming him the Worst Director of All Time and his movie, Plan 9 from Outer Space (1959), as the Worst Movie of All Time.

Contrary to what you might have believed, the Medveds did not discover or rediscover Ed Wood. Their readers did. Golden Turkey was a sequel to a previous Harry Medved book, The Fifty Worst Films of All Time (Popular Press, 1978), which contained no reference to Wood or his films. It did, however, include an appeal to readers to send in their suggestions for the worst directors and worst films ever. As fortune would have it, Ed Wood and Plan 9 from Outer Space were the names that kept coming up in these categories, and that's how the once-obscure filmmaker became the inadvertent "star" of the Golden Turkey book and a phenomenon of the cult movie underworld. This suggests that knowledgeable movie fans had seen Ed's films on television for years, particularly Plan 9, and had become morbidly fascinated with this oddball auteur and his outrageously cheap, seemingly unhinged work.

One must remember that this was before the world wide web existed. Films were not so readily available for instantaneous viewing to the public; pop culture was nowhere near as carefully documented as it is now; and information spread much more slowly among fans of the still-disreputable genres of horror and science-fiction. Ed Wood had become a underground or viral success -- paradoxically, a success by failure -- in the days before the word "viral" took on its current meaning.

The Medveds recognized that they had a hot property on their hands and soon mounted a touring show which consisted of Ed's three most famous films: Plan 9, of course, accompanied by Glen or Glenda? and Bride of the Monster. Clearly, the participation of horror legend Bela Lugosi made these three films more salable than, say, Jail Bait or The Sinister Urge. Partly out of necessity and partly because it made for a better story, the Medveds' book and roadshow presented a colorful, semi-fictional version of Ed's life and work patched together from rumors, hearsay, and third-hand information. Naturally, Ed's transvestism became a central theme in his mythology.

Unlike much of what was stated about Wood in those days, the cross-dressing was at least rooted in reality. So beloved are some of the "urban legends" which sprang up around Ed in the early days of his cult following that a few doozies even made it into the screenplay of the 1994 Tim Burton-directed biopic Ed Wood, a loving tribute which was intended in part as a corrective to the Medved book. No, Bela did not actually shoot up with formaldehyde. The flying saucers in Plan 9 were neither hubcaps nor paper plates. And, no, Ed did not typically direct while in drag. But all of these things are either shown or alluded to in Ed Wood.

And not all of these canards were manufactured or exaggerated by the Medveds or their readers. The formaldehyde story, in fact, came from actor Paul Marco, who played bumbling Officer Kelton in three Wood films. In any event, Wood's reputation spread quickly, aided by a vividly-written chapter about Plan 9 in Danny Peary's seminal book Cult Movies (Delta Books, 1981). As early as 1982, it was possible to see Dan Aykroyd and John Candy, two major comedy stars of the day, reenact the infamous "sweater hand-off" from Glen or Glenda? in their mainstream film It Came from Hollywood at your local multiplex.

The original Plan 9 soundtrack album from 1978.
Edward D. Wood. Jr. was not entirely oblivious to his own peculiar brand of "anti-fame," nor was he averse to stretching the truth when it came to his own past. In fact, the last-known piece of writing attributed to Ed  -- penned mere weeks before his death -- was an essay he wrote for the liner notes of the Plan 9 from Outer Space soundtrack LP (Pendulum/Eros, 1978). These notes show that Ed was quite aware of Plan 9's lingering notoriety. "I never dreamed that it would still be playing to millions of loyal fans some twenty years later," he states with pride in the first paragraph. He also discusses the film's odd genesis, specifically the way the script was written around some existing footage of the late Bela Lugosi.

But here, Ed himself cannot resist stretching the truth a little. In reality, Plan 9's budget was something like $60,000, but in these liner notes, Ed insists that he spent less than $800 on the film -- a completely fraudulent figure he uses as an alibi for the cheapness of the sets, costumes, and special effects. At least this story shows that Ed was indeed aware of the perceived shabbiness of his films. ("Some of the reviewers actually made fun of our cheap cardboard sets," he writes. "What did they expect for $786.27... the Paramount backlot?") In these same liner notes, Ed says that he seriously considered the idea of digging up Bela's corpse and propping it up in the lobby for Plan 9's premiere but ultimately decided against it. Could this story possibly be true?

Kathy O'Hara, Ed's long-suffering wife, has affectionately referred to her late husband as "such a bullshitter." One of Ed's favorite stories about Bela was that the English-language-mangling actor had accidentally substituted the word "kitchen" for "kitten" in Bride of the Monster. Of course, Ed said that before people could check on YouTube and disprove the story in about five seconds. (Perhaps Bela flubbed some unused takes?) On some level, Ed Wood took himself and his profession seriously, and he was obviously stung by criticism of his work throughout his career. As early as 1949, he wrote his mother back in Poughkeepsie to complain about a bad review his first produced play, The Casual Company, had received from a copy boy who was filling in for the real newspaper critic. This incident, in fact, serves as our introduction to Ed in the Tim Burton film.

But as the stories above suggest, Ed did see the humor in his films and was certainly not averse to embellishing the truth in the interest of entertainment. In this respect, Ed Wood had something in common with idiosyncratic "brand name" directors like John Waters, David, Lynch, Russ Meyer, Alfred Hitchcock, Alejandro Jodorowsky, and (appropriately) Tim Burton. These exceptional men all made conscious efforts to cultivate and propagate their own myths.

But, still, does any of this make it okay to laugh at Edward D. Wood. Jr.? Since his peculiar fandom is largely rooted in mockery, it is tempting to think that virtually every new Wood-related album, DVD, book, and article is simply another chance to dig up Eddie's corpse (just as Ed had considered doing to Bela) and bat it around a while for fun. When I announced my plan to review Wood's posthumously-published Hollywood Rat Race, my friend and fellow movie blogger Craig J. Clark expressed misgivings:
I remember hearing about Hollywood Rat Race at a sci-fi/fantasy convention in the late '90s and being intrigued by the idea of a "lost" Ed Wood book. When it showed up in stores I flipped through a copy but ultimately never bought it. There was something of the "laughing at him" about it that didn't sit well with me.
Are Harry and Michael Medved villains?
Interestingly, there is nothing even vaguely disrespectful or mocking in the way publisher Four Walls Eight Windows handled Eddie's book. Hollywood Rat Race has no "funny" cover or snarky foreword. Ed's manuscript is presented as-is with no real commentary other than the obligatory "hype type" on the back. But Craig's concerns were not unfounded. Ed is a frequent, easy, and (many would say) deserving target for ridicule. Three of Ed's films (Bride of the Monster, The Violent Years, and The Sinister Urge) wound up on MST3K, while a fourth (Plan 9, naturally) was mocked by MST veterans as part of a live Rifftrax show which was beamed to movie theaters across the country. None of these films were treated gently, I assure you.

Meanwhile, a running gag on several episodes of the massively popular sitcom Seinfeld involved Jerry's attempts to attend a screening of Plan 9, which he wanted to do specifically to make fun of the film. It is likely that many viewers' only knowledge of Ed Wood's work is through Seinfeld. Even Image Entertainment, for several years the main source of Ed's films on DVD, capitalized on the director's infamous reputation, titling their first boxed set of his work The Worst of Ed Wood. S'more Entertainment's more-recent DVD collection, Big Box of Wood, is a bit more respectful than that, but the newly-minted introductions and commentary tracks are far from reverent or worshipful. Need they be?

What made me an Ed Wood fan twenty years ago, no doubt about it, was laughter. When I first saw a marathon of his most famous films, the very ones that the Medveds had toured with in the early '80s, I laughed harder at them than I ever had at any film comedy in my memory. A lot of it was out of sheer surprise and bewilderment. I could not believe what I was seeing and hearing. I'd like to tell you that there was no smugness or superiority in my reactions back then, but who can say? I was 17, and 17-year-olds tend to think they know everything there is to know. Having studied Ed Wood's life and career somewhat thoroughly now, I don't write about him from a mocking or judgmental viewpoint. And yet I don't feel any real animosity towards those who do.

The Medveds make convenient villains in the Ed Wood saga, and yet without them, it is unlikely that I'd be writing this article now. Complicating matters considerably, of course, is the fact that Michael Medved has gone on to become one of the leading social conservative pundits in Hollywood and has made numerous anti-gay statements. Does it balance things out if I mention that Harry Medved recently took the AV Club on a guided video tour of a location from Blade Runner? Certainly, that should shore up his "movie nerd" credentials a bit.

When I watch Ed's movies these days -- and, believe me, I've now seen the famous ones dozens of times -- I don't necessarily snicker at the shoddy costumes and patently phony sets anymore, nor do I giggle at the transvestism. Twenty years ago, when sanctimonious Dr. Alton (Timothy Farrell) accused the audience of laughing at a bearded transvestite (played by Conrad Brooks) in Glen or Glenda?, he would have been right. I was laughing! But not now.

Today, what makes me laugh is the sheer audacity in the way Ed Wood constructed his stories: the highly dubious narrative leaps, the tenuous connections between ideas, and the seemingly irrational yet dreamlike way his plots unfold. I'm also consistently amused by Ed's peculiar use of the English language, which is stiff, stilted, and artificial yet somehow poetic. Several times while reading Ed's books while on the way to and from work, I've had to stifle my laughter to avoid disturbing my fellow passengers on the commuter train. But by the same token, while re-re-re-reading Rudolph Grey's Nightmare of Ecstasy, I've gotten choked up during some of the book's more melancholy passages, particularly in the later chapters which deal with Ed's down-and-out, alcohol-drenched final years.

When one seriously considers the ethics of laughing at Ed Wood or mocking his work, one must go straight to the nexus of the director's fame. Which brings me to:


Plan 9 from Outer Space (1957-59)

Dudley Manlove, Joanna Lee, and Duke Moore in a lobby card from the film.

Alternate title: Grave Robbers from Outer Space

Availability: Arguably in the public domain, Plan 9 from Outer Space is available in any number of places.

Comparison of B&W and color versions of Plan 9.
  • By far, the sharpest, cleanest transfer of Plan 9 from Outer Space is the one released by Legend Films in 2006. This is also the first and so far only Ed Wood film ever made available on BluRay, and it comes accurately billed as the "most extensive restoration ever." (Legend's version is also available on DVD.) I am enormously grateful to Legend Films for sending me a review copy of this disc. Their edition contains the film in both black-and-white and colorized forms. Extras include a funny, MST-style commentary track by Mike Nelson (I'll admit I laughed quite a bit during this), a "pop-up trivia" subtitle track, the early Ed Wood television commercials I covered earlier in the series, plus a few minutes of absolutely fascinating home movies of Ed Wood, featuring glimpses of both Kathy Wood and Duke Moore. I will not spoil what happens in these movies, but you will want to see them.
  • The "Wade Williams Collection" edition of the movie is available on its own (Image Entertainment, 2000) or as part of The Ed Wood Box (Image, 2004) and The Worst of Ed Wood (Image, 2000). This version boasts a clear transfer, the original theatrical trailer, and the very helpful and informative documentary Flying Saucers Over Hollywood: The Plan 9 Companion, which may merit its own entry in this series some day. 
  • Big Box of Wood (S'more Entertainment, 2011) also includes a copy of Plan 9 with an exclusive introduction by filmmaker Ted Newsom (creator of Ed Wood: Look Back in Angora) and an informal, chummy, and somewhat informative commentary track by Newsom and fellow filmmaker David Decoteau. The picture quality of this transfer is barely mediocre, however, something Newsom acknowledges near the end of his discussion with Decoteau. Also included on the disc is a post-rehab interview with Bela Lugosi.

The money man: Plan 9 financier J. Edward Reynolds
The backstory: By now, the seemingly-unbelievable circumstances behind the making of Plan 9 from Outer Space have been chronicled to the point that anyone remotely interested in Ed Wood's career knows the film's basic history. Tim Burton's Ed Wood (1994) simplifies, exaggerates, and rearranges the facts for entertainment and storytelling purposes, but most of what occurs in that film is corroborated by Plan 9's own cast and crew members, including Wood himself. 

The notorious project originated with some silent footage that Ed shot of Bela Lugosi in April 1955 and June 1956, i.e. before and after the great horror star's stint in drug rehabilitation. Exactly why Ed shot this film of Bela is unknown, but in Hollywood Rat Race, the director claims it was for a project called The Vampire's Tomb. Ed had written that script back in 1954 and had even announced it as his next project to the press, but he made Bride of the Monster (1955) with Bela instead because that was the project for which he could find funding.

When Lugosi died on August 16, 1956, The Vampire's Tomb had to be permanently shelved, though it was filmed by others well after Ed had died. In truth, Ed never totally recovered from the death of his idol and star; the ghost of Bela Lugosi would hover over him for the rest of his life and career. References to Bela pop up in many of Ed's later books, scripts, and articles, and perhaps Ed's greatest professional regret was that he was never able to publish his biography of the man called Lugosi: Post Mortem.

Never one to let precious film go to waste and always willing to cannibalize his own work for other projects, Ed quickly wrote a screenplay around the existing Lugosi footage. The resulting script, Grave Robbers from Outer Space, was a curious and (to my knowledge) unprecedented hybrid of old and new ideas and tropes. Spooky cemeteries, fog-shrouded nights and the reanimation of the dead are among the elements inherited from Universal Studios' gothic horror films of the 1930s. On the other hand, Plan 9 also contains the hallmarks of 1950s science fiction films, i.e. articulate aliens, flying saucers, and a message about the dangers of technology and progress run amok.

Vampira, Los Angeles horror hostess of the '50s.
With funding from his landlord, J. Edward Reynolds (who thus won the role of a gravedigger) and the Baptist Church of Beverly Hills, Ed Wood filmed the rest of Grave Robbers over the course of about six days in November 1956, chiefly at Quality Studios in Los Angeles, and the finished motion picture had a preview showing under its original title in March 1957. It would not be until 1959, however, that the film would receive a nationwide release through the Distributors Corporation of America (DCA) under the title Plan 9 from Outer Space.

Many of the cast members were returning Wood veterans: besides Lugosi, there are memorable roles for Tor Johnson (top billed for the only time in a Wood film), Duke Moore, Tom Keene, Paul Marco, Conrad Brooks, Lyle Talbot, and Mona McKinnon. Wood's ex-wife Norma McCarty even appears as stewardess Edith, and as far as I can tell, her scenes were filmed well after the end of her brief and disastrous union with Ed. (Did they stay friends, one wonders?) Other than the workhorses of Wood's repertory company, Plan 9 featured some exciting new guest stars: flamboyantly gay, aristocratic John "Bunny" Breckenridge, the black sheep of a prominent family; ghoulishly alluring Los Angeles TV horror hostess Vampira (aka Maila Nurmi) whose show achieved a faddish popularity in the mid-1950s; and perhaps most significantly, the pompous, highly theatrical, and completely inaccurate "psychic" Criswell (aka Jeron Criswell King).

Well-known in LA for his television series Criswell Predicts (for which Ed directed a few episodes) and nationally recognized for his appearances on The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson, Criswell would also appear in such Wood-related films as Night of the Ghouls (1959) and Orgy of the Dead (1965), always playing some version of his public persona. Even in Orgy, in which he's cast as the Emperor of the Dead, the first words out of his mouth are: "I am Criswell!" The immortal line "We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives!" became a regular part of Criswell's standard spiel on the talk show and lecture circuit. (Interestingly, Rock Hudson said something similar in the 1953 film Gun Fury.)

Ed and Criswell were friends off the set, too, frequently meeting at the Brown Derby for lunch. On one such visit, according to Ed, they met the Three Stooges there. Oh, to have been a fly on the wall that day. Touchingly, Criswell (who died in 1982, outliving Ed by five years) was one of the mourners at Ed's funeral, as was Paul Marco.

As for Vampira, it's odd that her image should be so closely intertwined with that of Ed Wood, as this is the one and only project on which they worked together, and Vampira's screen time lasts only a few (silent) minutes. Still, her character -- oddly listed as "Vampire Girl" in the credits even though vampirism is not a motif in Plan 9 -- manages to evoke both sex and death, the two main themes of Ed Wood's entire career. This makes Vampira a convenient avatar for the entire Wood canon.

Plan 9 from Outer Space seems to have had some kind of pitiful demi-life as the bottom half of double bills at drive-in theaters in the 1960s, but it found its true home on television, where stations could show it for little or no money and did so over and over for years. Clearly, by 1978, it had acquired a sizable cult following. However, it would take the publication of The Golden Turkey Awards in 1980 for that following to go supernova. The gradual accumulation of humorous -- and true! -- anecdotes about the film (Ed and Tor being baptized in a swimming pool at the insistence of the film's Baptist producers, Ed's chiropractor doubling for Lugosi, wobbly gravestones being crudely manufactured out of plywood, etc.) helped the film become a landmark in the annals of paracinema.

The recreation of these events in Ed Wood (1994) had the effect of preserving the Plan 9 legend for posterity, bronzing them like baby shoes. One particular bit of trivia that has not been as well-circulated as it should have been: Ed Wood does actually appear in full drag at one point in this movie, doubling for Mona McKinnon during the scene when her character, Mrs. Paula Trent, staggers out of the forest and flags down a passing motorist (played by Tor's son, Karl Johnson). If you watch that scene carefully, you'll notice that "Paula" never shows her face.

My cinematic tour guide: Danny Peary
The viewing experience: Endlessly fascinating, even after countless viewings, Plan 9 from Outer Space -- its very title a combination of the mundane and the fantastic -- is a riddle I cannot solve. Honestly, I had never heard of or seen the Medveds' book when I was growing up. In those pre-Internet days, however, I did study various movie guides (written by the likes of Leonard Maltin and his many, less-successful imitators), and invariably I would seek out the films which consistently got scathing reviews. I'd take note of the directors whose films tended to drive reviewers crazy and then try and find as much information about them as I could at the local library. (Anyone remember The Reader's Guide to Periodical Literature? Damn, that was a frustrating volume!)

By the time I began these informal, unorganized "studies" of mine in the mid-1980s, Ed Wood had gotten enough media attention that video guides were singling out his films for "zero-star" reviews -- definitive proof that bad publicity is better than no publicity. To me, of course, such reviews were catnip. This bizarre, counter-intuitive method of intentionally seeking out the "worst" (or what the critics hated most) led me to the work of many directors I'd now name as my all-time favorites, including John Waters, Russ Meyer, and even David Lynch (who was hardly a critical darling in those days).

Without question, the book that truly introduced me to Plan 9 from Outer Space and the strange underworld of Edward D. Wood. Jr. was Danny Peary's Cult Movies. Peary's essay on the film points out many of its technical and logical shortcomings and quotes some of the script's ripest lines of dialogue, including Reverend Lynn Lymon's graceless pronouncement, spoken in tribute to Tor Johnson's slain policeman: "The bell has rung upon his great career."

Speaking of unintended comedy, my favorite unappreciated little scene in Plan 9 is the one which occurs between Ben Frommer (an Ed Wood regular) and Gloria Dea (one and done with Wood, though she did work for other directors) as two mourners at the funeral for Bela Lugosi's unnamed character. Emerging from a ridiculous plywood crypt, these two engage in a staggeringly artificial and weirdly delivered bit of dialogue. ("First his wife, then he." "Tragic...")

Perhaps the film's funniest performance is by its straightest character: macho airline pilot Jeff Trent (Gregory Walcott), who slurs his lines in a Southern drawl which renders him nearly as incomprehensible as Swedish wrestler Tor Johnson. Jeff should be a serious, credible character, yet he sounds nearly as nutty as Criswell when he confesses to his wife Paula (McKinnon) that he's seen a flying saucer but can't admit it in public due to government interference. "I can't say a word," he complains in his typical mush-mouthed voice. "I'm muzzled by Army brass!" A brass muzzle? Such a queer mixed metaphor! Incidentally, Jeff's confession to his wife reminded me a lot of the relationship between Glen and Barbara in Glen or Glenda? That's another story in which the hero has to admit something outlandish to the woman he loves.

Barbershop haircuts and Oxford accents: Plan 9's aliens.
What intrigues me most about Plan 9 from Outer Space in 2013 is that it somehow functions as a compelling narrative even though the viewer has to mentally "assemble" a lot of disparate, mismatched pieces. This motion picture is a crazy quilt consisting of claustrophobic, set-bound studio scenes (cheaply and haphazardly staged but handsomely photographed by the great Bill Thompson), stock footage (of police cars, commercial airplanes, and the military), surreal special effects scenes with models and matte paintings, a smattering of location shots which do not visually match the studio scenes at all, plus that scant silent film of Bela Lugosi.

Ed's plan was to take the Lugosi film and build a movie around it, but he did so in the most circuitous, impractical route imaginable. What he had was footage of an old man (Bela) attending a funeral, smelling roses outside a small suburban house, and walking out of the woods and striking a classic Dracula pose by holding up his cape with outstretched arms.

What he got out of it was a parable about snooty, condescending, misguided aliens (how I love Dudley Manlove as the patronizing, insulting Eros!) who completely bungle an all-important mission to save the universe by wasting time and resources on a silly scheme which involves raising exactly three (3) humans from the dead, all from a single run-down California cemetery. And sometimes, just for emphasis, they destroy small towns.

Did they seriously expect this plan of theirs to work? How? As Danny Peary semi-seriously points out, however, Plan 9 from Outer Space actually does have a valid point to make about how mankind's obsession with weapons will one day lead to the extinction of the entire human race. Only Ed Wood has chosen to put that message into the mouths of unlikable aliens who have, in the words of Ed Wood's resident makeup man Harry Thomas, "barbershop haircuts and Oxford accents." Why? I'll never know. And it's the film's unknowable quality which brings me back to it time and again.

Next week: My original plan had been to include Ed Wood's other 1959 movie, Night of the Ghouls, as part of this article. But I have decided that it merits an article of its own, so join me here next week for that.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Mill Creek comedy classics #55: " Keystone Cops Festival" (1913-1915)

A Super 8 edition of The Bangville Police is available, in case you ever need such a thing.

Keystone Studios as it appeared in the 1910s.
NOTE: This program consists of four short films churned out by Mack Sennett's Keystone Film Company between 1913 and 1915. Keystone was the first-ever enclosed motion picture production facility, and many early film stars began their screen careers with Sennett, including Fatty Arbuckle and Charlie Chaplin. 
Considered one of the founding fathers of motion picture comedy, Sennett thrived in the 1910s and 1920s but went bust in the 1930s during the Great Depression and never really recovered. The four films in this collection were made when Sennett was at the height of his powers. The first two films are considered part of the original Keystone Cops series. The prehistoric ancestors of Police Academy and Reno 911, the Keystone Cops (often spelled "Keystone Kops") were a troop of bungling lawmen who appeared in twelve films between 1912 and 1915. A thirteenth film was discovered in 2010 at an antiques sale in Michigan. 
The original lineup of the Cops included Edgar Kennedy and Slim Summerville, plus five others. Fatty Arbuckle, Charlie Chaplin, and Mabel Normand all made repeated appearances in the series, though only Normand is represented in this compilation. Sennett occasionally resurrected the Cops during the 1920s, and other directors at other studios did likewise, most prominently Ralph Staub, who directed Keystone Hotel (Warner Brothers, 1935) and Charles Lamont, who made Abbott & Costello Meet the Keystone Kops (Universal, 1955). 
While their actual films have largely been forgotten, the Keystone Cops have remained a popular symbol for laughable incompetence in any organization, particularly law enforcement or government. The back half of this compilation consists of two more Sennett-produced comedies of the mid-1910s. While not official entries in the Keystone Cops franchise, they contain similar slapstick humor and feature some of the same actors.

The first flick: The Bangville Police (Keystone Film Company, 1913) [buy the set]

Current IMDb rating: 5.3

Director: Henry Lehrman (Kid Auto Races at Venice; prolific actor-director-producer-writer of the 1910s and 1920s; worked almost exclusively in comedy, first for D.W Griffith, then Mack Sennett, then Fox Studios; dated and was obsessed with actress Virginia Rappe, the woman at the center of the Fatty Arbuckle scandal)

Actors of note: Mabel Normand (The Speed Kings, Fatty's Spooning Days), Dot Farley (Fatty Joins the Force) Fred Mace (Mabel at the Wheel), Edgar Kennedy (Money Means Nothing, Peck's Bad Boy with the Circus, Fatty Joins the Force), Nick Cogley (Tillie's Punctured Romance)

The gist of it: Near the rural community of Bangville, hyperactive, paranoid Della (Normand) is convinced that her family's farm is about to be robbed, so she barricades herself in one room, reluctant even to let her parents (Farley and Cogley) enter, and calls the police in a panic. The stumbling, bumbling cops (including Mace and Kennedy) come to the rescue, and all the characters spend a few minutes running around frantically. Nothing much comes of this, and the story ends suddenly with the welcome discovery of a newborn calf.

Remember Keystone Kapers? Sure you do.
My take: This is either the first or second movie of the Keystone Cops series, and it's not much like what I was expecting. When I think of this team, I picture a bunch of billy-club-wielding officers wearing identical uniforms that include blue tunics with gold buttons down the front and rather silly-looking, high-domed hats on their heads. I also think of them working in an urban setting, not out in the country. I suppose a lot of this has to do with the fondly-remembered 1980s video game, Keystone Kapers, plus the latter-day Keystone tributes and innumerable political cartoons that use the infamous Cops as their central metaphor.

Had I not seen the opening credits with the Keystone logo, I would not have identified this as being part of the Keystone Cops franchise. All that happens in this movie is that Mabel Normand freaks out when she sees a couple of men talking in a barn, so she calls the sheriff, and a bunch of goofy-looking guys -- some apparently cops, some just neighbors -- come running. None appear to be in uniform, and while they are a bit klutzy and ungainly, they're no more so than anybody else in this reality. Even though this particular film has perhaps the greatest title in movie history, I would not have seen the potential for an ongoing series here.

Technically, this thing is rather impressive. There's a lot of cross-cutting to indicate action occurring simultaneously in different places. We take that for granted today, but audiences a hundred years ago might not have.

Is it funny: Not really. By my reckoning, viewers back then must have been so taken away by the sheer novelty of these films that they overlooked the fact that there aren't really any jokes here. The humor more or less boils down to people running around in a dither, occasionally falling down, and making funny faces. The frantic pace means that director Lehrman can't really build up any sustained comedic sequences or even establish the personalities of any of his characters.

My grade: C


P.S.-  No racial stereotypes here. We're one for one.


Chester Conklin and Mack Swain had an ongoing series together in the 1910s.

The second flick: Love, Speed and Thrills (Keystone, 1915) [buy the set]

Current IMDb rating: 5.1

Director: Walter Wright (Dizzy Heights and Daring Hearts; directed short comedies for about five years, mostly in 1914-1915)

Actors of note: Mack Swain (Chaplin's The Gold Rush and The Pilgrim; played "Ambrose" character in a popular series), Chester Conklin (The Perils of Pauline; played "Mr. Walrus" in several short films, often against Swain), Minta Durfee (Fatty's Spooning Days, Fatty's Suitless Day), Josef Swickard (Fatty's Spooning Days), Edwin Frazee (Tillie's Punctured Romance); uncredited cops supposedly include Billy Gilbert and Charley Chase,

Chester Conklin is the Walrus,
goo goo g'joob.
The gist of it: A rascally hunter called Mr. Walrus (Conklin) shoots at a black cat, accidentally hitting plump passerby Ambrose (Swain) in the behind. Ambrose retaliates by throwing a rock (I think) at Walrus, knocking him over a cliff. A remorseful Ambrose pulls Walrus back up, takes him home, and tells his wife (Durfee) to attend to the injured guest's every desire. Once Ambrose leaves, however, it becomes clear that what Walrus desires is the wife. He attempts to molest her, and she resists violently. When Ambrose returns home, he and Walrus get into a fight, during which Walrus knocks Ambrose out. Walrus takes the wife hostage and zooms away with her on a motorcycle stolen from a mailman (Frazee) who had previously tried to intervene. Ambrose calls the police, and a wild chase ensues.

My take: Well, at least the Keystone Cops are in uniform here. No sign of their signature funny hats, though. This is the last of the twelve movies featuring the original group, but they are merely supporting players in what is clearly a vehicle for Swain and Conklin's antagonistic characters. The modern viewer will likely see Love, Speed and Thrills as a disturbing story of attempted rape and kidnapping rather than a lighthearted slapstick farce. As with The Bangville Police, this is a non-stop barrage of chaotic action, but there is more of a linear story here, and the characters are just slightly better established.

As a very, very early example of an action comedy, Love, Speed and Thrills (another great title, by the way) is quite an accomplishment. The film's big chase scene is exciting and fast-paced with editing once again playing a major role, and the film has several notable stunt sequences that must have required both agility and bravery on the part of the cast.

Is it funny: A bit, I'd say, but no more than that. Chester Conklin's manhandling of Minta Durfee comes across as creepy and upsetting now, but some of the film's big slapstick gags still work, as when Durfee throws an object at Conklin's head but misses and manages to knock out the mailman instead. The joke plays out nicely, with Edwin Frazee taking a moment to register that he's been hit before falling to the floor.

For me, the movie's one big laugh arrives fairly early when the villainous Conklin goes falling over a cliff. We get to see him (or a dummy representing him, I guess) tumble down the side of the canyon before landing on a branch. My thoughts were of Homer Simpson falling into Springfield Gorge. There's an attempt at a running gag with a black cat who keeps knocking people over, but it didn't do much for me.

My grade: B-

P.S.- Two for two, baby.

Polly Moran is simply mad about Hale Hamilton in Her Painted Hero.

A souvenir of Harry Booker's
vaudeville career
The third flick: Her Painted Hero (Keystone, 1915) [buy the set]

Current IMDb rating: 5.0

Director: F. Richard Jones (Bulldog Drummond, The Extra Girl, Mickey; one of Sennett's top directors; was branching out from comedy into other genres when he died of tuberculosis in 1930)

Actors of note: Hale Hamilton (Meet the Mayor), Charles Murray (title character in the 1925 version of The Wizard of Oz), Polly Moran (The Stolen Jools), Slim Summerville (I'm from Arkansas, Niagara Falls, Fatty's Suitless Day) Harry Booker (half of the vaudeville comedy team of Canfield & Booker; appeared in many Sennett comedies of the late 1910s-early 1920s), Harold Lloyd (would be one of Hollywood's top-grossing silent comedy stars within a few years of making this movie; sound-era career includes The Milky Way)

The gist of it: A young female theater groupie (Moran) hangs around the stage door, hoping to meet her idol, a handsome actor (Hamilton). Two theater employees (Murray and Summerville) mock her, but they change their tune when she and her father (Booker) inherit a fortune from an uncle. The two lowlifes arrive at her house and compete for the chance to court her. But she has her heart set on the handsome matinee idol she has always loved, and she agrees to finance his next production if she can be the leading lady. To say the least, the resulting play (a Civil War drama) is an incredible catastrophe, thanks to the utter incompetence of the aforementioned theater employees. After the show, which nearly destroys the theater, the famous actor catches the first train out of town, and the young lady's father gives her an overdue spanking.

My take: Unhealthy celebrity worship is nothing new, and here's a century-old film to prove it. Her Painted Hero (the title refers to the makeup the actor wears onstage) also gives an example of a delusional would-be star using her family's money to finance her own entertainment career. And as viewers of reality TV know, there's still plenty of that going around, too.

This film is pretty slow-going and borderline incomprehensible until it finally arrives at the sequence in which our misguided heroine stars in a show called The Great War Drama, or: What Sherman Said. I expected it to go badly, since this is a short in a Keystone Cops anthology, but I didn't expect the sets to go up in flame. I liked the audience's delighted reaction to the show and its many, many mishaps. They're getting a great deal more than their money's worth. I would have largely dropped all the introductory material and started the film with Polly Moran inheriting her uncle's money and financing a play starring herself.

It might also have been funny to have the audience misidentify the terrible drama they're seeing as being a brilliant comedy and having the show, thus, be an accidental hit. But, alas, I am without a time machine.

Is it funny: Not until the actual play, which is fairly late in the running time. Before that, there's a long and rather elaborate party scene at the mansion where nouveau riche Polly Moran lives, but nothing that happens there particularly amused me. Nor was I moved to laughter by the sleazy antics of the two stagehands who want to marry Moran's character for her money. The only chuckle I got out of the movie's first half, in fact, was a shot of a newspaper with the headline: "Sewer Contractor Leaves Vast Fortune to Niece." It was somehow fitting that the niece was taking money from one shitty business and putting it into another.

My grade: C+

P.S.- No video available for this one. Sorry. Nary a stereotype in sight, though. Three for three.

William Collier suffers marital and mechanical discord in the efficiently-named Wife and Auto Trouble.

The fourth flick: Wife and Auto Trouble (Keystone, 1915) [buy the set]

Current IMDb rating: 5.5

Director*: Dell Henderson (The Rambling Ranger, The Pay-Off, many short films from the 1910s; acting career lasted forty years and included The Awful Truth, Ruggles of Red Gap, The Crowd, much more)
*The IMDb lists Mack Sennett himself as a co-director. The film's credited assistant director was our good buddy Edward F. Cline.
Actors of note: William Collier, Sr. (Up the River, Cain and Mabel), Blanche Payson (Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, You Can't Take It With You, The Women), Joseph Belmont (the 1925 Lon Chaney version of The Phantom of the Opera; also appeared in The King of Kings and W.C. Fields' The Dentist), Alice Davenport (Fatty's Suitless Day), Mae Busch (nicknamed "the Versatile Vamp"; Doctor X, The Unholy Three, The Blue Dahlia, often played Ollie's wife in Laurel & Hardy films, including Sons of the Desert)

Home-wrecking typist Mae Busch
The gist of it: Willie (Collier) lives with a gigantic, domineering wife (Payson), a ferocious mother-in-law (Davenport), and a pompous brother-in-law (Belmont). At home, he can't even get a decent breakfast or read the newspaper in peace. But at work, Willie and his "speedy typist" (Busch) have quite a cozy relationship. He's even bought a car for her. Unfortunately, Willie's meddling brother-in-law works at the same office and snoops on our beleaguered hero, even leaving the phone off the hook so that Willie's awful wife can listen in on his conversations.

Once wifey has heard enough, she and her mother show up at the office and start shooting up the place. She manages to accidentally hit her brother in the rear end, but her husband is unscathed. The typist leaps up on a transom for safety. Outside, the typist's new car arrives, and Willie has to lie and say he purchased the car for his wife. This smooths things over considerably, and Willie takes his wife and mother-in-law home in the new vehicle. But the typist calls and demands her car be returned, so Willie sneaks out and drives back to the office. He and the typist head for lunch at the Royal Cafe but are followed by the brother-law, wife, and mother-in-law who recognize "their" new car parked outside.

Willie and his mistress craftily evade the terrible wife, who is accused of auto theft by the police when she gets into what she thinks is her car. While the wife is being interrogated by the police, Willie and his girlfriend take off in the car. A wild chase ensues in which our hero manages both to lose the typist and crash the car. Willie's wife arrives with the cops and starts yelling and hitting her husband, so he happily goes away in police custody.

A typical moment from the  game show 3's a Crowd.
My take: Phew! That's a lot of plot for a two-reel comedy, but Wife and Auto Troubles has a lot of ground to cover, literally and figuratively. This is from the old, chauvinist school of domestic comedy, wherein wives are fearsome creatures who bully their husbands into submission while secretaries are sexual playthings.

I couldn't help but think of Chuck Barris' infamous 1979-1980 game show, 3's a Crowd, which asked the immortal question: "Who knows the husband best, his wife or his secretary?" The show, whose soundtrack featured old-timey music that would not have been out of place in a Keystone short, was so hostilely received (we were well into the era of Women's Liberation by then) that it brought down Barris' TV empire and sent him into retirement and seclusion. But Gloria Steinem and Ms. magazine were decades away when this 1915 comedy was made.

Actually, this is quite an ambitious little production with several locations, a complicated chase scene, and lots of action and stunts. I'm not sure how common "in-jokes" were in the movies back then, but viewers will clearly note that the aforementioned chase goes right by the Keystone Studios building with Mack Sennett's name in giant letters on the roof. (Typically, the scaffolding comes loose at the studio when the cars zoom by, sending some workers tumbling to the ground.)

For some reason, this film is not considered part of the Keystone Cops franchise, even though it's from Keystone and has cops in it. It's actually closer to what I associate with the series than either of the first two films in this compilation. Still, the famous hats never make an appearance.

Is it funny: Yes, especially by the standards of this compilation. Wife and Auto Trouble is the only film in this collection that I'd say is consistently funny (or at least funny-ish) from beginning to end. It took me a couple of viewings, though, to sort out who all the characters were and how they were related to one another. This is the one movie out of the four that actually does take the time to establish its main character, and the script is slightly less frantic and allows for some longer, more complex comedy routines -- as when Willie craftily uses a lazy Susan to sneak food and coffee away from his pampered, spoiled brother-in-law.

I think the movie's single best joke occurs when the mother-in-law pours the coffee. She fills her son's oversized mug to the brim, then gives the few remaining drops to Willie and waters it down considerably to fill the cup. And this film also made somewhat better use of intertitle cards than the other three, particularly when Willie tells the typist about his marriage, unaware that his wife is listening in via telephone. "I'm married to a dreadnought," he says, comparing his enormous spouse to a battleship. "She would have made a good freak in a side-show!"

My grade: B+

OVERALL GRADE FOR KEYSTONE COPS FESTIVAL: B- 



P.S.- We made it, folks! Four consecutive films without embarrassing racial or ethnic stereotypes. And nary a character in blackface! But Wife and Auto Trouble is pretty heavy on sexist stereotypes. Sorry, gals.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Ed Wood Wednesdays, week 9: "Muddled Mind: The Complete Works of Edward D. Wood, Jr." (2001)

A whimsical illustration by your humble blogger in tribute to Ed Wood's writing career.

"Is there a perfect reader somewhere, a total reader... so that my reading is in a way pointless? Well, I hope not."
-Julian Barnes, Flaubert's Parrot

Flaubert's Parrot
Geoffrey Braithwaite, MD, the protagonist and narrator of Julian Barnes' extraordinary novel Flaubert's Parrot (Jonathan Cape, Ltd., 1984) goes on the trail of his favorite author, the late French novelist Gustave Flaubert, visiting the famed writer's old haunts, talking with other Flaubert fans and consulting various literary and historical experts to gain perspective on his hero's life and work. 

In particular, the retired doctor hopes to find one bizarre souvenir: a colorful stuffed parrot Flaubert used as inspiration during the writing of a story called "A Simple Heart." Braithwaite ultimately finds two likely candidates for "the real parrot," each one with an owner who vouches for its authenticity, but he never really does find out which one was genuine and ultimately learns to live with that uncertainty.

At one point in his travels, however, he ponders the fact that many before him have studied Flaubert and may, thus, have made his own inquiries redundant. So why does he continue? "My reading might be pointless in the history of literary criticism," he concludes, "but it's not pointless in terms of pleasure."

In the process of writing the Ed Wood Wednesdays series, I've often felt a bit like the good doctor of Barnes' novel. There are at least a dozen documentaries about the eccentric writer-director and several thoroughly-researched books about the man and his career, in particular Rudolph Grey's Nightmare of Ecstasy (1992), an exhaustive oral history ten years in the making, and Rob Craig's Ed Wood, Mad Genius (2009), a methodical, often-revelatory critical analysis of Ed's films. Anyone interested in the life and work of Edward D. Wood, Jr. should own those two volumes.

I have neither the time nor the resources to truly compete with Grey or Craig. In some ways, it would be impossible. Wood had only been dead a few years when Grey began his research. The trail is much colder now. Eddie's ashes were scattered at sea about 35 years ago. Many, perhaps most, of the interview subjects in Nightmare of Ecstasy have died since its publication. And because Ed's career was not well-documented during his own lifetime, it can be extremely tricky to even identify his work, let alone obtain copies of his films and books for review. In short, bringing it back to the Barnes novel, the amateur Woodologist may search and search and yet never find "the real parrot."

But still I continue, perhaps in the hope that by delving into as much of Ed Wood's career as possible (that is to say, possible for me given my work schedule and income), I will emerge with a better understanding of this fascinating, troubled, contradictory man. Vicariously, Eddie and I have spent a lot of time together these past couple of months. Since much of his literary output is currently unavailable to me, however, I have had to rely on the reportings of others to explore the gloomier corners of Ed's career.

Case in point:

MUDDLED MIND: THE COMPLETE WORKS OF EDWARD D. WOOD, JR. (2001)

David C. Hayes' Muddled Mind: Think of it as Cliffs Notes for budget-minded Ed Wood fans.

Alternate Titles: None.

Availability: The book is available directly from the publisher in paperback and hardcover editions.

Author David C. Hayes.
Backstory: As of 2013, only a handful of Ed Wood's books are widely available and affordable to the average consumer. Any reader with a computer can easily procure used copies of Death of a Transvestite (1967), Killer in Drag (1963), Devil Girls (1967), and Hollywood Rat Race (1998) for less than the cost of postage. After that, though, it gets rough. Small-time publisher Ramble House reprinted several of Wood's books in the mid-2000s, but these editions have largely vanished from the primary and secondary markets. With luck, patience, and a great deal of money, fans might be able to purchase a few vintage Ed Wood paperbacks on eBay.

For most of us, though, these works remain frustratingly out of reach. David C. Hayes' Muddled Mind: The Complete Works of Edward D. Wood, Jr. (Ramble House, 2001; revised 2006) does what it can to correct that sad situation. To my knowledge, this is the only guidebook devoted to Ed Wood's writing career rather than his films. 

Author-filmmaker Hayes, who also appeared as both Rev. Steele and Lobo in Ed Wood's Devil Girls (1999), gives a fairly thorough overview of Wood's writing career, summarizing and providing excerpts from many of Ed's novels, nonfiction books, magazine articles, and short stories. He tries to give readers a sense of what these books and stories are like and how they fit into the overall arc of Ed's life and career. Along the way, Hayes also critiques these works in a mildly satirical style, razzing Ed somewhat for his logical flaws, his narrative inconsistencies, and above all, his unconventional grammar and syntax. Likely inspired by Ed Wood's many professional pseudonyms, Hayes occasionally credits certain chapters, including an article on the making of the Devil Girls movie, to a deranged alter ego, "Hayden Davis, Ph.D." These intrusions, mercifully, are brief and rare.

Arranged chronologically, Muddled Mind also includes information on where and how to track down Ed's books (including price estimates) as well as a thorough index of Wood-related films, recordings, and publications.

The reading experience: For those of us who cannot afford to spend hundreds of dollars on obscure paperback novels from the 1960s and 1970s, Muddled Mind: The Complete Works of Edward D. Wood, Jr. is an extremely helpful volume. While I'd someday love to own full-length versions of Hell Chicks (1968), Side-Show Siren (1966), TV Lust (1977), and the many other books synopsized in this career-spanning catalog, at least now I feel that I have a more complete picture of Ed's tremendously productive and eccentric literary life. Hayes' tone is slightly irreverent, but Muddled Mind is clearly intended as a tribute to Ed Wood.

While not as substantial and enlightening as Nightmare of Ecstasy or Ed Wood, Mad Genius, this book is still a handy reference work for the struggling Woodologist. By far, the book's greatest selling point is that it actually includes three verified short stories by Edward D. Wood, Jr. himself. (He wrote hundreds more, many of which have yet to be located or identified.) This was an area of Wood's career that was entirely new to me. I would like now to discuss these three stories individually and give you my impressions of each, as well as some background information about them.

"The Night the Banshee Cried" (1966)

"The Night the Banshee Cried" was originally published as part of Ed Wood's Orgy of the Dead.

Originally published: In Orgy of the Dead (Greenleaf Classics, 1966), a short story collection produced as a tie-in with the 1965 film of the same name, written by Ed Wood and directed by Stephen Apostolof (aka A.C. Stephen).

Comments: Most Ed Wood fans know that the infamous "monster nudie" film Orgy of the Dead (1965) had a tie-in paperback book. I had always been led to believe that the book was a novelization of the film, but this turns out not to be the case. In fact, while it does contain a textual version of the film's story, the Orgy of the Dead paperback book actually functions as a treasury of Ed Wood's strange "spooky" stories, not all of them erotic in nature. An example of such a non-erotic horror story is "The Night the Banshee Cried," which Ed had written several years earlier.

Actress Valda Hansen, a blonde ingenue who memorably starred in Ed Wood's Night of the Ghouls (1959), told biographer Rudolph Grey that Ed wanted to make "The Night the Banshee Cried" into a film and asked her to make a recording of the monologue he had written for it. The Wood filmography at the end of Nightmare of Ecstasy actually includes a listing for a 22-minute short film adaptation of the story that Ed wrote, produced and directed in 1957. This film has since gone missing, but as late as 1963, Ed still planned to use it, along with the unsold Final Curtain pilot and a third, yet-to-be-filmed tale called "Into My Grave" as components of a feature-length anthology film called Portraits in Terror. None of this ever came to be.

The version of "Banshee" which did reach the public -- and which now graces this book -- seems to be the same monologue that Valda Hansen recorded for Ed back in the '50s. It's a paranoid, rambling soliloquy by a tormented soul who has been mysteriously summoned from her grave and has now returned to her former homestead in order to replace the banshee who has long haunted the premises. The incumbent banshee, naturally, is quite displeased by these events and is not shy about expressing her feelings.

With its emphasis on death and resurrection, "Banshee" is quintessential Wood. In Irish mythology, incidentally, a banshee is a female spirit or fairy whose screams are an omen of an impending death. Ed, naturally, takes this myth and makes it thoroughly his own. As far as this story is concerned, being a banshee is a full-time job and retirement is obviously unwelcome. Tonally, this story is highly reminiscent of both Final Curtain and Criswell's speeches from Plan 9 from Outer Space (1957), Orgy of the Dead, and Night of the Ghouls (1959).

"To Kill a Saturday Night" (1971)

Ed Wood's disturbing, tragicomic "To Kill a Saturday Night" deals with sex, booze, and violence.

Originally published: According to Hayes, this story first appeared in the February 1971 issue of Black and White from Pendulum Press. However, Rudolph Grey's book says that this particular edition of Black and White was released in 1972. Not having an original copy of this magazine, I cannot tell you which date is accurate.

John Carradine: an ideal wino.
Comments: A pitch-black story of two hard-drinking farmhands whose Saturday night plans may include murdering prostitutes, "To Kill a Saturday Night" was also (quite inappropriately) reprinted in Tales for a Sexy Night, Vol. 2 (Gallery Press, 1973). Rudolph Grey says "Saturday Night" was based on one of Ed's many unproduced screenplays. In 1973, Ed tried unsuccessfully to film this story, along with two others, as part of yet another never-to-be anthology film. Supposedly, he wanted John Carradine and David Ward for the lead roles of winos Pete and Art.

Bracingly nasty and yet somehow grimly comic as well, "To Kill a Saturday Night" reminded me a bit of Beckett's Waiting for Godot. There's no real plot to speak of, just a circular, semi-coherent dialogue between two highly intoxicated, small town working stiffs who sit on a curb and discuss what they should do to kill the time on Saturday night. Pete, the more vicious of the two, suggests killing and robbing a couple of "whores" named Lulu and Maizie. The slightly-dim Art is skeptical of the plan at first, but Pete makes a convincing -- or at least forceful -- case. These two desperate, hopeless losers seem to inhabit a hellish nightmare world of cheap, bitter-tasting wine and unsanitary, unsightly, and disease-ridden prostitutes.

Ed Wood presents us with a rancid slice of Americana with this memorably sleazy tale. "To Kill a Saturday Night" shows American society at its worst. Pete, in his own sick and misguided way, is kind of a philosopher. Certainly, his views on personal hygiene are unique. (Sweating profusely, he argues is as good as bathing since sweat is water.) I would have loved to have seen John Carradine play this role. "To Kill a Saturday Night" is quite a discovery and justifies the purchase of Muddled Mind all by itself.

"Pearl Hart and the Last Stage" (1973)

Female stagecoach robber Pearl Hart is among the historical figures chronicled in Outlaws of the Old West.

Originally published: As part of the book Outlaws of the Old West (Mankind, 1973), edited by Charles D. Anderson.

Comments: Charles D. Anderson was one of Ed Wood's friends in the publishing business (mostly pornography), and the two had worked together on many disreputable projects. But Anderson also knew of Ed's love of cowboy movies and gave him the opportunity to write a chapter of the 1973 non-fiction book, Outlaws of the Old West. Specifically, Ed's portion of the book is devoted to Pearl Hart, who was both the last stagecoach robber in American history and the first female in this particular line of work.

Much gentler than the previous two stories, "Pearl Hart and the Last Stage" is still very much in keeping with the rest of Ed's career. For instance, Ed tells us that Hart wore men's clothing during the infamous robbery and was originally misidentified as being a boy. This is very similar to the gender-bending female criminals in Wood's script for The Violent Years (1956).

Moreover, "Last Stage" is really a show business story about the pains and pleasures of fleeting fame. Hart modeled herself after the stagecoach robbers she'd read about in magazines, idolizing them just as Ed had idolized movie stars as a child. After she'd been arrested (she and her male accomplice got lost in a storm and thereby bungled their getaway) and convicted, Pearl reveled in the attention she received from the public and the press.

After her release from jail, Pearl Hart toured the country as a star attraction for about a year, until the crowds began to dwindle and she disappeared into obscurity. The chapter is bookended by the image of an aged Pearl in the year 1924, visiting the courthouse where she'd been a well-known prisoner so long ago. Apparently, she was nostalgic for her days of youth and fame. Perhaps Ed, only five years away from his own demise, could identify with that longing.

Next week: In one short week, I'll be jumping back into Ed Wood's filmography with a look at his most famous creation, Plan 9 from Outer Space (1957). Be there or be... well, somewhere else I suppose.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Mill Creek comedy classics #54: "Fatty Arbuckle Festival" (1913-1915)

An unintentionally creepy promotional poster for Fatty Joins the Force

Fatty Arbuckle & Mabel Normand
NOTE: This program consists of four brief silent films comedian Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle made for producer Mack Sennett at the landmark Keystone Film Company between 1913 and 1915. Born in 1887 in Smith Center, Kansas, Arbuckle (surprisingly agile for his size) enjoyed a successful vaudeville career before becoming one of comedy's first major screen stars with a series of well-received short films. He was poised to become the greatest comedy star of the 1920s when he signed a lucrative contract with Paramount, the very studio where the Marx Brothers would one day make their greatest films. But Fatty's career was derailed in 1921 by a scandal which has since vastly overshadowed all of his screen work and inspired any number of documentaries. In a grim coincidence, the comic's downfall occurred over a Labor Day weekend that fateful year, when he attended a party whose guests also included obscure actress Virginia Rappe. Four days after the infamous party, Rappe died in a sanitarium after having been raped. Arbuckle was falsely accused of the crime, and his films were banned. 
After three heavily-publicized manslaughter trials, the rotund comic was eventually acquitted and received a letter of apology from the jury, and his films again went into circulation. His career never really recovered, though, and the former comedic great died at the young age of 46 from a heart attack, on the verge of a comeback attempt. Today, his sad life is frequently used as a cautionary tale about the power of the media to destroy the careers and reputations of public figures. The four films I'm reviewing today, however, were made before all of Arbuckle's troubles. His frequent costar during these years was Mabel Normand, a brunette comedienne whose life was also short and scandal-plagued. Popular in the 1910s, Mabel was vaguely involved, though never an actual suspect, in two prominent murder cases of the 1920s. Her career in decline, Mabel died of tuberculosis in 1930 at the age of 37.

The first flick: Fatty Joins the Force (Mutual Film release of a Keystone Film Company production, 1913) [buy the set]

Current IMDb rating: 5.3

Director: George Nichols (Broken Blossoms or the Yellow Man and the Girl; The Merry Widow; one of Mack Sennett's top directors in the 1910s; died in 1927)

Actors of note: Fatty Arbuckle (Go West, Coney Island, The Rounders, etc.), Dot Farley (Cat People, The Women, Hail the Conquering Hero), Edgar Kennedy (Peck's Bad Boy with the Circus, Money Means Nothing) George Jeske (directed Oranges and Lemons), George Nichols (this film's director), Charles Avery (prolific actor-director of the 1900s and 1910s; an original Keystone cop; was with Mack Sennett even before the Keystone days)

The gist of it: Fatty and his best gal (Farley) are strolling through the park when a little girl falls into the lake. Fatty clumsily saves her and becomes a public hero, since the girl was the daughter of the Police Commissioner (Nichols). After meeting with the Commissioner, it is decided by all that Fatty himself should join the police. He does so, immediately gaining the admiration of all his fellow officers.

During his first day on the job, Fatty -- now attired in his spiffy new uniform -- goes for a stroll with his girlfriend and witnesses a fight. Attempting to break it up, he is knocked to the ground. Later, he is taunted by a group of young hooligans who throw food at him and then run away. Unable to catch them, Fatty strips down to a bathing costume worn under his uniform and goes for a swim. The hooligans, of course, take his uniform and shred it. A passerby takes the tattered uniform back to the station house, where the cops assume Fatty has drowned and go into mourning for him. Meanwhile, the very-much-alive Fatty is spotted by two women who are shocked to see a man dressed so informally in public. Fatty is beaten, arrested, and taken to the police station, ironically interrupting his own memorial service. Enraged by the new recruit's utter incompetence, the cops throw Fatty into a cell, while Fatty's girl romances the desk sergeant (Avery).

A fashion icon?
My take: Think Paul Blart: Mall Cop, only regressed back to the Woodrow Wilson era. That's what this movie is like. Today, Fatty Joins the Force plays like a rudimentary collection of comedy cliches, orchestrated without much ingenuity or originality. But that's a 2013 perspective. A century ago, this material was probably very cutting edge. Or maybe Mack Sennett just didn't have a lot of competition back then.

I will say that this film is not as stagy or stiff as I feared it might be, with the camera simply planted in one place for long, long takes. While the camera does not move much (or at all), the shots themselves do not last long. The framing, too, is decent. The relatively nimble use of editing improves the film's sense of pace and offers the viewer a bit of visual variety so that things don't become too stale. But, otherwise, this is a museum piece with more historical than comedic value. I was inordinately amused, for instance, by the fact that Fatty's sweetheart dresses a lot like the Sun-Maid Raisin girl. Why a cop would take his girlfriend on patrol with him is beyond me, but maybe it's to illustrate (as if we hadn't already guessed) that Fatty is kind of an idiot.

Is it funny: Occasionally, I guess. Fatty does one heck of a good pratfall. That's for sure. His screen character is naive, clumsy, and imbecilic, but he doesn't engender much audience sympathy because he's basically a cipher with no subtlety or depth. There's not much to this film beyond "a big, dumb fat guy falls down a lot." Sorry to be so blunt, but that's the heart of this movie. I guess the one sequence which really made me laugh is when the two prudish women report Fatty to the other police officers patrolling the area. The intertitle card says: "THERE'S A WILD MAN AT LARGE." Apparently, they've mistaken him for some kind of deranged savage. And I guess it's always kind of satisfying to see an authority figure, like a cop, being totally outwitted and outmaneuvered by small children. The ending, however, seems a little harsh with Fatty weeping from his cell while another cop steals his gal. Some reward for saving the Commissioner's daughter!

My grade: B-

P.S. - Nothing even close to a racial stereotype here, folks.

Will Fatty Arbuckle defy his community's barbaric anti-spooning laws?

The second flick: Fatty's Spooning Days* (Mutual/Keystone, 1915) [buy the set]

*also known as Mabel, Fatty, and the Law or Fatty, Mabel, and the Law

Current IMDb rating: 5.1

Director: Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle (directed The Red Mill, The Butcher Boy, Back Stage, etc.)

Actors of note: Fatty Arbuckle (see acting credits above), Mabel Normand (Tillie's Punctured Romance and many other comedic short films of the 1910s), Harry Gribbon (Ghost Parade), Minta Durfee (An Affair to Remember, Around the World in Eighty Days; married to Fatty Arbuckle from 1908-1925), Josef Swickard (You Can't Take it With You)

The gist of it: A woman (Normand) overhears her hubby (Arbuckle) playing the piano and is delighted... until she finds he's playing music for the entertainment of a flirtatious chambermaid. Fatty's wife clobbers him in anger as he tries to explain himself. Elsewhere, another husband (Gribbon) is getting too cozy with his maid, angering his wife (Durfee) in a similar, though less violent, fashion. The two couples, both in the process of making up, decide to head to the park. But once there, the two couples split up. Hubby #1 starts flirting with Wife #2, and their counterparts do likewise. But there are cops hiding everywhere in this park, vigilantly enforcing the "no spooning" rules. They descend upon Hubby #1 and Wife #2, who are hauled off to jail and must either pay $30 or spend 30 days in a detention cell. They call their respective spouses to bail them out, and in the end all four go their separate ways once outside the police station.

An overzealous officer in Spooning Days.
My take: First, to understand this film at all, you must know that "spooning" meant "to kiss or cuddle" back in 1915. Apparently, the police had very little tolerance for public displays of affection back then. What's being ever so gently implied in this story is that Harry Gribbon and Fatty Arbuckle are swapping wives. Both men are also apparently having affairs with the hired help, but this too can only be hinted in a very vague way. Without this background knowledge, Fatty's Spooning Days is an almost incomprehensible series of images, a baffling quasi-narrative only made more elusive by the fact that the two wives -- Normand and Durfee -- look almost identical, apart from their hats. Even with the proper perspective, this film is tough sledding for the modern viewer. It was made two years after Fatty Joins the Force but seems somehow even more rudimentary and primitive, as if it were made ten years earlier.

Is it funny: Nope. The movie's one funny idea is that there are cops hidden everywhere in the public park, looking for smoochers they can bust. Do the cops in this town not have anything else to do? There's even one police officer in a tree, watching Arbuckle and Durfee through a telescope. For me, the only laugh-out-loud moment in Fatty's Spooning Days comes at about the 6:14 mark, when a cop comes up behind the immodest couple and blows his whistle, instantly summoning forth a swarm of police officers who surround Arbuckle on all sides. A couple even seem to drop into the frame from somewhere above, like ninjas. Arbuckle has an expressive face and a knack for physical comedy, but he's not too terribly inspired as a director here. Sorry, Roscoe.

My grade: C

P.S. - At least there are no stereotypes here.


The credits for Fatty's Suitless Day feature its awesome alternate title, Fatty's Magic Pants.

The third flick: Fatty's Suitless Day* (Mutual/Keystone, 1914) [buy the set]

*also known as Fatty's Magic Pants

Current IMDb rating: 5.5

Director: Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle (see above)

Actors of note: Fatty Arbuckle (above), Minta Durfee (above), Harry McCoy (Fury, Tillie's Punctured Romance), Alice Davenport (Tillie's Punctured Romance, Making a Living, Tango Tangles, etc.), Phyllis Allen (Tillie's Punctured Romance, The Pilgrim, Pay Day), Charley Chase (Laurel & Hardy's Sons of the Desert; considered one of the greats of silent comedy), Edward F. Cline (directed Peck's Bad Boy with the Circus and The Villain Still Pursued Her), Slim Summerville (Niagara Falls, I'm From Arkansas)

You couldn't tango without a tuxedo back in 1914.
The gist of it: It's the day of the Grand Benefit Dance, but Fatty doesn't have a formal suit of clothes for the occasion and is, thus, in danger of losing his sweetheart (Durfee) to his arrogant rival (McCoy). After asking his mother (Allen) for fifty cents to rent a tux for the night and being violently refused, Fatty simply steals his much-skinnier rival's suit from a very convenient clothesline. Somehow, the suit fits him perfectly, and Fatty and his gal go to the dance, wowing the crowd with their grace and skill. But the rival sneaks into the ritzy affair and sabotages Fatty, humiliating him and creating public mayhem in the process.

My take: Following two rather pokey and pedestrian efforts, Fatty's Suitless Day brought a much-needed dose of zaniness to this collection and proved to be a somewhat better showcase for Roscoe Arbuckle's comedic talents. It's the first of these short films to make an issue of Arbuckle's weight, but the viewer will likely be impressed with how nimble and fleet-footed he is, especially during the dance sequences. I've read in various places that the late Chris Farley wanted to star in a Fatty Arbuckle biopic, and watching Fatty's Suitless Day, I could definitely see Arbuckle as a precedent for some of Farley's famous SNL characters, including motivational speaker Matt Foley and would-be Chippendale Barney.

Other than that, this film gives us a glimpse into what life was like a century ago -- at least as far as fashion is concerned. The "casual" suits worn by Fatty Arbuckle and Harry McCoy would actually be pretty dressy by today's standards. And can you imagine renting a tuxedo for fifty cents? Even adjusting for inflation, that's only about $12. By far the film's most baffling sequence takes place at the dance, when McCoy manages to rip the stolen tuxedo right off Fatty's body and then chases him around while firing a pistol wildly into the air. Everyone freaks out at the sight of Fatty in his underwear, but people hardly seem to notice the insane man with a gun following him.

A comedy classic
Is it funny: Yes, rather. Storytelling is not a great strength for Fatty Arbuckle as a filmmaker, but there are plenty of individual gags which work quite well here. One particularly good moment occurs when Fatty fools his rival McCoy with the old "hey, look over there!" routine and then (in a very unsportsmanlike move) clobbers him over the head with what seems to be a blunt object hidden inside a newspaper -- only to be clobbered right back by an outraged Minta Durfee, who has witnessed the whole thing.

Come to think of it, Arbuckle gets a lot of physical abuse in this movie. He's a perennial loser in these short films, but his luck has never been worse than it is here. Even his own mother totally kicks his ass, in what is the movie's single-funniest sequence. I also enjoyed the film's finale in which a cop (Summerville) forces Fatty to cover himself up by wearing a wooden barrel around his midsection. You don't get too many good "guy wearing a barrel" jokes these days.

My grade: B+

P.S. - As for stereotypes, I believe one character seen briefly in the film is meant to be a caricature of a Jewish tailor. But I'm going to declare this one mostly stereotype-free.


Auto racing comedy The Speed Kings again featured Mabel Normand alongside Fatty.

The fourth flick: The Speed Kings (Mutual/Keystone, 1913) [buy the set]

Current IMDb rating: 4.8

Director: Wilfred Lucas (directing credits include The Sphinx and The Romance of Tarzan; as an actor, appeared in Chaplin's Modern Times, D.W. Griffith's Intolerance, Capra's Mr. Smith Goes to Washington and much more)

Ford Sterling
Actors of note: Ford Sterling (chief of the original Keystone Cops; appeared in He Who Gets Slapped, Alice in Wonderland, etc.; Harold Lloyd considered him the funniest man in Hollywood), Mabel Normand (see above), Fatty Arbuckle (see above), Teddy Tetzlaff (famous but notoriously reckless race car driver, one of the most famous of his time but never won the Indy 500), Earl Cooper (another famous race car driver of the early 20th century, though more "methodical" than Tetzlaff; never won at Indy either), Barney Oldfield (first driver to ever reach the incredible speed of 60 miles per hour; like his co-stars, failed to win the Indy 500)

The gist of it: Less a comedy than a showcase for the then-relatively-new sport of auto racing, The Speed Kings centers around a father (Sterling) and daughter (Normand) who are rooting for competing drivers in a big auto race. Daddy prefers "speed demon" Earl Cooper (himself), while his daughter only has eyes for "speed king" Teddy Tetzlaff (himself). The father even sabotages Tetzlaff's car to ensure that he doesn't win. After a dusty, action-packed race, Cooper is the victor and the scheming father offers the driver his daughter's hand in marriage, but she sneaks off to be with Tetzlaff instead. Meanwhile, the father gets into a physical altercation with a masher (Arbuckle) who had manhandled his daughter during the race.

"Terrible" Teddy Tetzlaff
My take: Despite being the finale of a collection called Fatty Arbuckle FestivalThe Speed Kings hardly features Fatty Arbuckle at all. In the first half, the most we really see of Fatty is a brief walk-on. Mabel Normand has more screen time, but much of that is spent sitting in the stands and cheering on her auto racing paramour, "Terrible" Teddy Tetzlaff (whose name is misspelled "Tetzlaft" here). The choicest role goes to Ford Sterling, who plays a goateed, black-hatted villain in the Snidely Whiplash mold. He gets to ham it up outrageously, and (eventually) he makes a good foil for Arbuckle because they're such polar opposites physically.

The plot, though, is an absolute mess. One gets the sense that the film barely even had a script. The motivations of the characters are never clear, and it's tough to differentiate between the various drivers.

This film's real historical value is not as a comedy but as a record of what auto racing was like a century ago. I honestly didn't know that the drivers worked in two-man teams back then, but that's how this film depicts the sport. Car nuts may be more intrigued by this film than I was. Two of the celebrity guest stars, Earl Cooper and Barney Oldfield, are in the International Motorsports Hall of Fame. "Terrible" Teddy Tetzlaff, meanwhile, was quite a colorful character: a notorious, devil-may-care hellion whose only "strategy" during a race was to drive as fast as possible without falling off the track. If I gave a damn about the early days of high-speed auto racing, I might consider The Speed Kings quite a find. As it is, it merits little more than a shrug.

Is it funny: In the two brief sequences showing Ford Sterling and Fatty Arbuckle wrestling, The Speed Kings is momentarily amusing-ish. I laughed out loud exactly once during this film, and that was when Sterling angrily leapt off the ground and tenaciously attached himself to his much-taller opponent like a deranged barnacle clinging to the side of an ocean liner. Sterling and Arbuckle go through this routine twice -- once in the middle and again at the end. Other than that, this is an almost entirely laugh-free flm. This plays like a documentary about auto racing with a tiny bit of slapstick edited in.

My grade: C+

OVERALL GRADE FOR FATTY ARBUCKLE FESTIVAL: B-


P.S. - Stereotype-free again. So there's that, at least.