Chic Johnson and Ole Olson play . . . Chic Johnson and Ole Olson in this film version of a popular play that allows them to cram every scene with gags, references, and lots of moments in which they break the fourth wall.
What's the plot? Well, for the most part, it concerns Chic and Ole helping a couple to fall in love, which involves helping the successful staging of a play. Except for the confusion which leads to the pair thinking they should sabotage the play, working under the misapprehension that their friend (Jeff, played by Robert Paige) should no longer be interested in the lovely Kitty Rand (Jane Frazee). Meanwhile, Betty (Martha Raye) is trying to keep the suave Pepi (Mischa Auer) in her grasp. And this is all a plot being described as a potential way to adapt the show into a film, with the main narrative bookended by scenes featuring Richard Lane as a frustrated director, and Elisha Cook Jr as the man helping him to work through the script that is describing the main body of the picture. Confused yet? It makes sense when you watch the film, in a way that is enjoyably anarchic and nonsensical.
Hellzapoppin' is another perfect film to show people who think that all "old movies" were wooden affairs, limited by the technology of the time. If you've watched the likes of The Invisible Man and Sherlock Jr then you'll already know that artists have been working magic with camera trickery ever since the infancy of cinema, but this film arguably takes that to another level. As well as the in-jokes (and there's a Citizen Kane gag that deserves a special mention), you have characters interacting with their "offscreen" counterparts, a wonderful sequence in which our comedic duo both become partially invisible, and even some jiggery-pokery (yes, that is the exact term for it) with the celluloid itself, separating our duo over and under individual frames and also turning them upside down momentarily.
Major praise deserves to go to director H. C. Potter, and writers Nat Perrin and Warren Wilson (and an uncredited Alex Gottlieb, apparently), for managing to wrangle the absurdity and rat-a-tat gags into something even remotely resembling an actual film, but they're helped along by the people who managed to create the many effects and use their technical know-how to get everything onscreen that would be done nowadays with veritable ease.
Johnson and Olson are fine in the lead roles, and they take the majority of the best gags, but Martha Raye steals many scenes as the boisterous and non-nonsense Betty and Auer is a lot of fun as Pepi. Paige and Frazee are stuck with the relatively straight roles, and both do what the roles require, Lane and Cook Jr prompt some laughs in their limited amount of time onscreen, and Hugh Herbert wanders around in a variety of silly disguises.
If you haven't seen Hellzapoppin' then you owe it to yourself to change that. And once you've seen it then you may well want to watch it again immediately. It's a film that holds up to repeat viewings, and it deserves to reach a much wider audience.
9/10
You can buy this anarchic movie here.
Americans can pick it up here.
This is a film crying out for a special edition though, shame on whichever companies are responsible for leaving it to languish without being given enough love.
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Monday, 3 December 2018
Mubi Monday: Hellzapoppin' (1941)
Labels:
chic johnson,
comedy,
elisha cook jr,
h. c. potter,
hellzapoppin',
hugh herbert,
jane frazee,
martha raye,
mischa auer,
nat perrin,
ole olson,
richard lane,
robert paige,
warren wilson
Tuesday, 3 February 2015
And Then There Were None (1945)
Based on a classic whodunnit by Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None is a wonderful film that should be held in high regard by thriller and horror fans, due to the influence it has had over the years.
It is, in essence, a bodycount movie. Eight people are invited to an island, where they are welcomed by a husband and wife duo who have been recently hired by the mysterious host. After everyone has settled in, a record is played and a voice accuses everyone in attendance of being guilty of some crime that went unpunished. And then people start to die, one by one and in a similar fashion to the fates of the characters described in the rhyme, Ten Little Indians. As an extra way to toy with the other potential victims, the ten little Indians are displayed as part of a centrepiece on the dining table. And one is broken/removed each time a death occurs. Can the guests find out who their host is before they're all killed?
Adapted for the screen by Dudley Nichols, this version of the tale (and many subsequent versions) actually adheres more to the stage play than the source novel. Strict censorship of the time meant that this was the better way to go, which isn't to say that this feels like a light, tame piece of work. It remains a highly effective thriller, with real tension built up throughout, leading to a third act that even today manages to have viewers on the edge of their seat.
Director Rene Clair does well enough by the material. A number of deaths occur offscreen, but what counts are the moments of investigation and deductions made, be they right or wrong, as the survivors work against whatever time limit the killer has given them.
The cast, for the most part, do a good job. Barry Fitzgerald, Walter Huston and Richard Haydn are the standouts, Louis Hayward and June Duprez are just fine, while Mischa Auer, Roland Young, C. Aubrey Smith, Queenie Leonard, Judith Anderson and Harry Thurston complete the roll call. As inevitably happens with this kind of film, some people barely get to make an impression, but the main players are easy to warm to as they find themselves in increasing danger.
Despite a streak of comedy as black as coal, and one or two moments that border on the farcical, this is a pretty straight murder mystery. It is also, until the final reveal and explanation, quite simple. That doesn't make it any less enjoyable, however, and many fans will enjoy the brilliant purity of the premise, a template that has been oft-repeated with wildly varying results.
9/10
http://www.amazon.com/Then-There-Were-None/dp/B00005QBZL/ref=sr_1_4?s=movies-tv&ie=UTF8&qid=1421448267&sr=1-4&keywords=and+then+there+were+none
You know how you can show your appreciation for bloggers? If you share and share then every additional reader helps. Connect through Google or Blogger or any way you can, and rest easy in the knowledge that you've made little ol' me a very happy man.
And/or you could also buy my e-book, that has almost every review I've written over the past 5 years. It's very reasonably priced for the sheer amount of content.
The UK version can be bought here - http://www.amazon.co.uk/TJs-Ramshackle-Movie-Guide-Reviews-ebook/dp/B00J9PLT6Q/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1395945647&sr=1-3&keywords=movie+guide
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As much as I love the rest of the world, I can't keep up with all of the different links in different territories, but trust me when I say that it should be there on your local Amazon.
It is, in essence, a bodycount movie. Eight people are invited to an island, where they are welcomed by a husband and wife duo who have been recently hired by the mysterious host. After everyone has settled in, a record is played and a voice accuses everyone in attendance of being guilty of some crime that went unpunished. And then people start to die, one by one and in a similar fashion to the fates of the characters described in the rhyme, Ten Little Indians. As an extra way to toy with the other potential victims, the ten little Indians are displayed as part of a centrepiece on the dining table. And one is broken/removed each time a death occurs. Can the guests find out who their host is before they're all killed?
Adapted for the screen by Dudley Nichols, this version of the tale (and many subsequent versions) actually adheres more to the stage play than the source novel. Strict censorship of the time meant that this was the better way to go, which isn't to say that this feels like a light, tame piece of work. It remains a highly effective thriller, with real tension built up throughout, leading to a third act that even today manages to have viewers on the edge of their seat.
Director Rene Clair does well enough by the material. A number of deaths occur offscreen, but what counts are the moments of investigation and deductions made, be they right or wrong, as the survivors work against whatever time limit the killer has given them.
The cast, for the most part, do a good job. Barry Fitzgerald, Walter Huston and Richard Haydn are the standouts, Louis Hayward and June Duprez are just fine, while Mischa Auer, Roland Young, C. Aubrey Smith, Queenie Leonard, Judith Anderson and Harry Thurston complete the roll call. As inevitably happens with this kind of film, some people barely get to make an impression, but the main players are easy to warm to as they find themselves in increasing danger.
Despite a streak of comedy as black as coal, and one or two moments that border on the farcical, this is a pretty straight murder mystery. It is also, until the final reveal and explanation, quite simple. That doesn't make it any less enjoyable, however, and many fans will enjoy the brilliant purity of the premise, a template that has been oft-repeated with wildly varying results.
9/10
http://www.amazon.com/Then-There-Were-None/dp/B00005QBZL/ref=sr_1_4?s=movies-tv&ie=UTF8&qid=1421448267&sr=1-4&keywords=and+then+there+were+none
You know how you can show your appreciation for bloggers? If you share and share then every additional reader helps. Connect through Google or Blogger or any way you can, and rest easy in the knowledge that you've made little ol' me a very happy man.
And/or you could also buy my e-book, that has almost every review I've written over the past 5 years. It's very reasonably priced for the sheer amount of content.
The UK version can be bought here - http://www.amazon.co.uk/TJs-Ramshackle-Movie-Guide-Reviews-ebook/dp/B00J9PLT6Q/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1395945647&sr=1-3&keywords=movie+guide
And American folks can buy it here - http://www.amazon.com/TJs-Ramshackle-Movie-Guide-Reviews-ebook/dp/B00J9PLT6Q/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1395945752&sr=8-1-fkmr0&keywords=TJs+ramshackle+mov
As much as I love the rest of the world, I can't keep up with all of the different links in different territories, but trust me when I say that it should be there on your local Amazon.
Labels:
agatha christie,
and then there were none,
barry fitzgerald,
c. aubrey smith,
dudley nichols,
june duprez,
louis hayward,
mischa auer,
rene clair,
richard haydn,
roland young,
thriller,
walter huston
Monday, 23 December 2013
The Christmas That Almost Wasn't (1966)
The Christmas That Almost Wasn't is a fun tale all about Santa (Alberto Rabagliati) doing his best to raise the rent money required to avoid eviction by the nasty Phineas T. Prune (Rossano Brazzi). He is helped in his quest by Mrs. Claus (Lydia Brazzi), of course, and a lawyer named Sam Whipple (Paul Tripp).
As the jaunty theme tune started up and some animated credits rolled, I had no idea what to expect from this little movie (a random Netflix choice). As soon as the movie properly began I started to wonder just what I was letting myself in for. It doesn't allow any time for viewers to acclimatise themselves to the fanciful, childish nature of the material, instead throwing them headfirst into a conversation between Santa and Mr. Whipple about the dire situation that may put an end to Christmas. This pays off, however, because there can then be more time devoted to the musical moments and the race-against-time plot.
The musical numbers are often a bit clumsy, but there's also fun to be had in their childish simplicity and playfulness. Intentionally or not, the film captures a number of elements that work well in terms of how young children think and play.
The acting isn't bad, but it's a film that suffers from some clumsy dubbing, like so many from this era. Rabagliati is a kindly Santa, Tripp is nice enough as Mr. Whipple, Lydia Brazzi is a sweet Mrs. Claus and Rossano Brazzi is enjoyably mean as Mr. Prune. Mischa Auer may seem a bit too stern and strange to be the elf foreman, but he's so quirky that his presence is an added bonus, and completely in line with the slightly off-kilter nature of the whole thing.
Brazzi, as well as playing the big baddie of the piece, also directed and wrote the script (based on a story by Tripp). Nicely mixing a few moments of model work and stop-motion animation with the live-action style that makes up the majority of the film, it feels very much as if anything necessary to get the story told was utilised.
The end result is an enjoyable Christmas flight of fancy that deserves to be better known.
6/10
http://www.amazon.com/The-Christmas-That-Almost-Wasnt/dp/B0000A9GJK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1387791038&sr=8-1&keywords=the+christmas+that+almost+wasn%27t
As the jaunty theme tune started up and some animated credits rolled, I had no idea what to expect from this little movie (a random Netflix choice). As soon as the movie properly began I started to wonder just what I was letting myself in for. It doesn't allow any time for viewers to acclimatise themselves to the fanciful, childish nature of the material, instead throwing them headfirst into a conversation between Santa and Mr. Whipple about the dire situation that may put an end to Christmas. This pays off, however, because there can then be more time devoted to the musical moments and the race-against-time plot.
The musical numbers are often a bit clumsy, but there's also fun to be had in their childish simplicity and playfulness. Intentionally or not, the film captures a number of elements that work well in terms of how young children think and play.
The acting isn't bad, but it's a film that suffers from some clumsy dubbing, like so many from this era. Rabagliati is a kindly Santa, Tripp is nice enough as Mr. Whipple, Lydia Brazzi is a sweet Mrs. Claus and Rossano Brazzi is enjoyably mean as Mr. Prune. Mischa Auer may seem a bit too stern and strange to be the elf foreman, but he's so quirky that his presence is an added bonus, and completely in line with the slightly off-kilter nature of the whole thing.
Brazzi, as well as playing the big baddie of the piece, also directed and wrote the script (based on a story by Tripp). Nicely mixing a few moments of model work and stop-motion animation with the live-action style that makes up the majority of the film, it feels very much as if anything necessary to get the story told was utilised.
The end result is an enjoyable Christmas flight of fancy that deserves to be better known.
6/10
http://www.amazon.com/The-Christmas-That-Almost-Wasnt/dp/B0000A9GJK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1387791038&sr=8-1&keywords=the+christmas+that+almost+wasn%27t
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