<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634668426937415789</id><updated>2008-07-21T21:42:03.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Blogged By Night</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/posts/default'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05250238254417726987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634668426937415789.post-3792635992280900827</id><published>2008-07-08T04:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:23:11.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='set your recorders'/><title type='text'>More "Skidoo" (1968)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/skidoo_poster_resized_948b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/skidoo_poster_resized_948b3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you missed "Skidoo" the last time TCM showed it, you are in luck.  TCM is showing "Skidoo" again on their Underground series this week.  It will air at 2:00 AM Saturday July 11th Eastern time (that's late the night of Friday the 10th for all you fellow insomniacs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you if you haven't seen it yet.   The print isn't great, but film buffs are startlingly lucky to have a chance to see it at all.  Preminger's estate isn't keen on lending the film out -- seems it's a bit of an embarrassment -- so for years this was only available in horrible copies from some 1980s cable showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Skidoo" is a strange amalgam of talent, humor, social commentary, frankly awful scriptwriting, misguided counterculturalism, and conservative studio filmmaking.   Yet the more I see this film, the more enchanted I am by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many actors in this film that I adore:  Austin Pendleton (I'm probably the only one who thought that Holly Hunter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; desperate in "Home for the Holidays" when she kissed Pendleton), Fred Clark, and Carol Channing especially.   Several of the actors do some very good work.   George Raft kills me as the captain of God's yacht, and the recently departed John Phillip Law manages to add some dignity to a role that seems almost designed to humiliate.  Law's brother Tom plays the part of "Geronimo", a fellow hippie with very long straight hair.  Look for him accidentally walking in front of the camera during the hair-washing scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who did see the film but are left wanting more, here is a list of links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/19681227/REVIEWS/812270302/1023"&gt;Roger Ebert's review of "Skidoo"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://classicshowbiz.blogspot.com/2007/05/groucho-marx-jackie-gleason-on-lsd-in.html"&gt;Classic Television Showbiz&lt;/a&gt; - includes a photo of the 33 1/3 RPM album I used to listen to as a kid!  Oh, and it's a great blog, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fortheloveofharry.blogspot.com/2007/12/skidoo-movie-trailer-1968.html"&gt;For the Love of Harry&lt;/a&gt; shares the trailer for "Skidoo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hit-n-run.com/cgi/read_review.cgi?review=42452_shtrolley"&gt;Bad Movie Night's summary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shockcinemamagazine.com/skidoo.html"&gt;Shock Cinema Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Looks like TCM confused me again!  I had the dates wrong for when "Skidoo" was airing so I've corrected it.  I flipped to TCM and it's showing "The Miracle of Morgan's Creek", which is pretty much the anti-Skidoo.  Oh, and since I'm already blathering, I thought I should mention that I notice the glittery title screen of the word "Morgan's" invokes the glittery and very phallic disco ball that knocked the sense out of Trudy Kockenlocker on that fateful night.   Guess we know what the "miracle" is.  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/07/more-skidoo-1968.html' title='More &quot;Skidoo&quot; (1968)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634668426937415789&amp;postID=3792635992280900827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/3792635992280900827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/posts/default/3792635992280900827'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634668426937415789/posts/default/3792635992280900827'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05250238254417726987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634668426937415789.post-3591588405959589405</id><published>2008-07-01T05:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T02:50:59.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='set your recorders'/><title type='text'>Hollywood Hotel (1937)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel_poster_resized_e2387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel_poster_resized_e2387.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once again, I remind everyone that my entries contain spoilers!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TCM will be airing "Hollywood Hotel" on July 2nd at 8:00 PM Eastern, and the film is also included in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.hometheaterforum.com/htf/sd-dvd-film-documentary/272502-whv-press-release-busby-berkeley-collection-volume-2-a.html"&gt;new Busby Berkeley box set&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; due out September 19th. &lt;/span&gt; Don't read any further if you don't want to be spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hollywood Hotel" is a Busby Berkeley comedy musical that, oddly enough, doesn't contain a single Berkeley-standard geometric dance extravaganza.  There's lots of singing but very little dancing, and the film is uneven in spots, but when it's good, boy is it good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening strains of "Hooray for Hollywood" greet us as we see a series of signs warning the big stars of the screen to watch out, because Ronnie Bowers is coming to town.  Ronnie (Dick Powell) is a sax player for a St. Louis band headed by Benny Goodman, and he's off to Hollywood with a 10-week contract to the All-Star Studio.  Benny and band drive to the St. Louis airport in jeeps, standing and playing all the way to cheer their friend on.  "Hooray for Hollywood" starts up in earnest as Johnnie 'Scat' Davis sings the now-classic tune, accompanied by Frances Langford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie flies to Hollywood as "California Here I Come" plays brightly during a montage of the town that includes the Brown Derby, the Cocoanut Grove, and other famous locales.  Thankfully they didn't use really old stock footage like many 1930s films did, or if they did it wasn't very noticeable.  Nothing throws my suspension of disbelief off faster than watching footage shot in 1925 used in a 1937 film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ronnie steps off the plane he is greeted by All-Star PR man Bernie Walton (Allyn Joslyn) and photographer (Eddie Acuff).  Meanwhile Fuzzy (Ted Healy), an independent photographer, shows up to also get photos of Ronnie.  Bernie and Fuzzy don't like each other much, and a few zingers are exchanged.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel7_e950b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel7_e950b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During this entire sequence of leaving and arriving in Hollywood, everyone has terrific dialogue.  It's funny and hip and even though most of those we see on screen aren't good actors, you cannot help but enjoy yourself.  All that said, one of the funniest moments occurs between Joslyn and Acuff as they wait for the new star to get off the plane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAMERAMAN: They're not gonna make a picture star outta him?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERNIE:  Why not?  They made one out of Rin Tin Tin.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMERAMAN:  Yeah, but he could bark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Most of Acuff's lines are said without emphasis and much too quickly, but his delivery of this punchline is spot-on solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie is clearly unimpressed with Ronnie and drops him off at the famed Hollywood Hotel with the instructions to stay put until he's called.  Ronnie checks in and is starstruck by the excitement in the lobby, which is in an uproar because of their most famous guest, Mona Marshall.  He's distracted by the hotel's famous Orchid Room, where he's heard many radio broadcasts, but is brought back to the check-in desk by the porter.  The manager and employees are initially impressed with their new All-Star actor guest, but when Ronnie tells the hotel manager that he's a saxophone player, the manager changes Ronnie's room and the porter scowls at him.  Powell is quite good at playing the Hollywood newbie without overplaying the role.  His Ronnie is excited about his new life but isn't overzealous, and he shows his inexperienced goofiness but avoids becoming irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is going on, Mona's father Chester Marshall (Hugh Herbert, last mentioned on SBBN &lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/04/sh-octopus-1937.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) is being paged.  He is found but confused, doing his standard mutter-and-act-goofy-while-woo-wooing shtick, but it provides an adequate segue away from Ronnie and to Chester's daughter Mona, a big Hollywood film star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotelpromo2_cc29d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotelpromo2_cc29d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;na Marshall is fussing and swooning and generally acting like a drama queen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in her dazzling hotel room, surrounded by a large entourage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mona (Lola Lane, one of the Lane Sisters) is having a dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; fitted and she and the designer seem intent on out-doing each other in histrionics.  The designer, Butch -- played as a real "Don't mind me dear!" caricature by Curt Bois -- is beside himself.  Butch is also subject to a few questions regarding his sexuality by Mona's competent assistant Miss Jones (Glenda Farrell).   Mona is being interviewed by Louella Parsons (played by herself) as she temperamentally rants about ridiculous things.  Not only is she difficult and rude, she's also quite dim.  She ends her over-the-top performance by photogenically grasping each side of her neck and moaning, "Oh, my thyroids!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona's sister Dot (Mabel Todd) arrives and proves that the whole family is comprised of fools.  Mabel Todd may be the most irritating person ever put on screen, and I say that as someone who has seen several Adam Sandler movies.  Let's just say she's shrill and leave it at that.  As Louella asks Dot a few questions, Mona answers for her -- even Mona knows Dot is as dumb as a bowl of mice -- and Dot starts to pick her nose.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous movie star Alexander 'Alec' Dupre (Alan Mowbray, last mentioned on SBBN &lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/06/jewel-robbery-1932.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) arrives in Mona's suite.  Parsons asks if their romance is headed towards marriage, and they both remain coy on the subject.  Mona tells Parsons that she and Alec will be in the upcoming sure-fire hit "Bitter Night", but Alec informs Mona that's not true.  In fact, Parsons herself reported in that morning's trade paper that other actors were chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona goes a bit Norma Desmond from the disappointment and decides to not go to that night's film premier, just to stick it to the studio that didn't give her the "Bitter Night" role.  This puts B.L, the head of All-Star Studios, in a jam.  Mona is nowhere to be found and they need their star to show up to her own film premier.  Bernie the PR guy comes up with an idea: find a look-alike for Mona and send her to the premier instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie looks over a host of young starlets and finds Virginia (Rosemary Lane, sister of Lola Lane who plays Mona) and chooses her.  Virginia is a waitress who can't get any work in town because she looks too much like Mona, but when she shows she can convincingly act like Mona she's hired for the premier.  Bernie chooses Ronnie for Virginia's date, because Ronnie is the only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel1_b18ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 326px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel1_b18ed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All-Star actor who hasn't seen Mona in person, therefore he wouldn't catch on to the scam and accidentally spill the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia is given a make-over by none other than Perc Westmore!   Not only did I finally get to see Perc in action, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally got confirmation that his name is pronounced like "purse" and not "perk", too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can see him here dressed like a pharmacist, making Rosemary Lane in the chair look like Lola Lane in the photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perc's abilities are undeniable, but you have to admit, this job isn't too difficult since the actresses are sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie arrives at Mona's suite while Virginia is getting ready.  Meanwhile Alec shows up, also unaware that Mona is gone and a look-alike is in her place.  The maid is in on the scheme and worries about Alec's arrival, so Ronnie helpfully tells Alec to go away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel2_cbc84.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel2_cbc84.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alec refuses and causes a scene, and Ronnie decks him in response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie and Virginia go to the premier, and Virginia fools everyone.  They are both interviewed for the radio by none other than Ronald Reagan in his second film role; he had just signed a contract with Warner Brothers that year.  Ronnie (Dick Powell, not Ronnie Reagan) gets flustered and starts to act like a doof, so Reagan quickly shoos him off the mic and into the premier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgina and Ronnie head to the Orchid Room after the premier and enjoy a dance together, which turns into a lovely duet between them called "I'm Like a Fish Out of Water", shot on a surprisingly tasteful fountain set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Virginia and Ronnie are hitting it off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mona's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sister Dot and the photographer Fuzzy also do their own version of the song as Dot pursues an unwilling Fuzzy through the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next morning Mona finds out that a look-alike was used for the premier and explodes in anger.  She flies right back to the All-Star Studios and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel3_14867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 394px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel3_14867.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;confronts B.L. and Bernie.  When Ronnie arrives she slaps him, which he doesn't understand because he thinks Mona and Virginia are the same person.  While standing there stunned, Bernie tells him that Mona has insisted that Ronnie's contract be bought out.  Ronnie has been fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie hooks up with Fuzzy, who makes himself Ronnie's new manager, but they run into Bernie almost immediately.  Bernie insists they talk at a coffee shop in the Hollywood Hotel.  The waitress arrives to take their order and it's Virginia, who denies knowing Ronnie at first.  Ronnie runs off and sees Mona in the lobby, which makes him even more confused.  Bernie explains that Virginia is the one he went on a date with, and Mona is the real actress.  Meanwhile Mona, her crazy father, her moron sister, and Miss Jones -- you gotta feel sorry for Glenda Farrell in this scene -- all lose control of the dogs they were walking through the lobby.  Was a silly dogs-running-about scene necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think that this scene indicates the turning point in the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  From personal experience, it seems as though "Hollywood Hotel" is not very well liked.  There are precious few reviews of the film, not much written about it, and what is out there is often quite convoluted; &lt;a href="http://www.allmovie.com/cg/avg.dll?p=avg&amp;amp;sql=1:95444"&gt;Mark Deming's plot summary for "Hollywood Hotel" in the All Movie Guide&lt;/a&gt; is so completely wrong that it seems almost deliberate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywood_hotel_promo3_50c1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 305px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywood_hotel_promo3_50c1d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are several reasons for the film's lack of popularity.  First, this is a Busby Berkeley movie without the fabulous geometric showgirls.  Second, the film features a lot of unconnected musical moments tied together by the thinnest of plot threads.  Musically, there are some amazing gems, like "Hooray for Hollywood" introduced by Johnnie Scat Davis, and Benny Goodman and Gene Krupa &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9J5Zt2Obko"&gt;perform "Sing Sing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9J5Zt2Obko"&gt; Sing",&lt;/a&gt; but the majority of musical numbers are forgettable.  Also, the witty dialogue is primarily in the first few reels of the film, with the dialogue in the second half often calling back to jokes we already heard.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This second half of the movie slows down as the music takes over, as well, by a rather tedious romance and some tepid "wacky hijinks".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie and Virginia go on a date and end the evening at the Hollywood Bowl.  In som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e of the previously-mentioned callback dialogue, Virginia recites the names of every famous landmark we saw in the opening montage, saying they had visited each place.  Ronnie says he wants to see the Bowl, though, so Virginia shows him how to get in even when it's closed.  There she sings "Silhouetted in the Moonlight" rather weakly.  Berkeley also inexplicably decides to put Powell in an obviously fake nighttime set with blinking lights on a black background.  With every other set realistic, this cardboard-and-Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas-lights design truly stands out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Ronnie and Fuzzy head out to find Ronnie a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel4_34c89.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel4_34c89.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; new studio.  They hit Miracle Pictures first ("If it's a good picture it's a miracle" -- that joke never gets old!) and continue on to a dozen studios, none are interested.  Afterwards they step into a pawn shop to sell Ronnie's sax for money.  Why was that necessary?  They'd bought a car with Ronnie's money, but surely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; selling the car would get you more money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;than a sax.  But selling the sax is a good segue into meeting old pals Benny Goodman, Johnnie Davis and Frances Langford in the street.  The orchestra has gotten a gig at the Orchid Room.  Ronnie is about to tell them he got fired when Fuzzy interrupts and says that Ronnie is on break from shooting a film at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Ronnie and Fuzzy get jobs at the local burger joint, a drive-in owned by Callaghan (Edgar Kennedy) and a mimic of the real-life "Carpenter's" in Hollywood.  While there Ronnie launches into a musical number that turns into a lengthy event with all the guests and employees joining in.  Edgar Kennedy does his patented slow burn and fires both Ronnie and Fuzzy, who don't care because a producer from All-Stars was at the drive-in and has offered Ronnie a job on his film.  Virginia, however, is not happy about this, saying that she knows the ropes and Ronnie should keep his job until he knows he really has a role in the film.  All-Stars screwed him over once and she thinks they may screw him over again.  Ronnie disagrees.  They fight and she leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Ronnie arrives on the set.  It's a movie set in the American South during the Civil War.  Mona is in the lead as a Southern belle, with Alexander Dupre as her lover and soldier.  They are filming a scene where Mona and Alec both act with ridiculous condescension to the black slaves, but that moment is ruined when Hugh Herbert shows up again.  Mona's father has donned blackface and joined a group of the slaves in the film.  He jumps up and shouts in some stereotypical "slave" lingo, then calls himself "Uncle Tom".  The director angrily yells at Mona's father, calls him a "monkey," and I don't remember what else happens because at that moment I became complete skeeved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people can view scenes like these in a detached manner, as a product of another time, but long-time readers of my blog know I cannot do this.  Berkeley has a history of issues with people of color in film, most notably as the designer of the "watermelon" number in "Wonder Bar" (1934).   The over-the-top &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;racism in this film is jarring and unnecessary -- I didn't need to say it was unnecessary, did I?  I hope not -- and it's frustrating to see a movie fall back on racist humor because it's floundering. And that's exactly how Herbert's scene comes off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hh9_ca747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 402px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hh9_ca747.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e scene with Herbert was beyond unsettling, but for the most part, "Hollywood Hotel" is guilty of no more than every A-list film of the 1930s was: giving people of color roles only as servants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, porters, or slaves in historical epics.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mona's maid Cleo, played by Libby Taylor, has a decent-sized role and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is not played for racist laughs, but you can't help but forget that she never would have been given an opportunity to play anything but a maid.  Taylor wasn't credited in the film, either, despite appearing in several scenes.  Taylor was Mae West's own maid &lt;a href="http://www.jamd.com/search?assettype=g&amp;amp;assetid=3274075&amp;amp;text=%2522libby+taylor%2522+actress"&gt;who appeared as Tira's maid in "I'm No Angel"&lt;/a&gt;, and was the cook who helped Madge wine and dine Marvin in &lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/01/cabin-in-cotton-1932.html"&gt;"Cabin in the Cotton"&lt;/a&gt;.  She appeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in nearly 60 films over a 20-year career, and almost always played a maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of Mona's relatives are unnecessary characters.  Dot was clearly created as a way to squeeze Mabel Todd into the film, just as Chester was created for Hugh Herbert.  Their inclusion was as comedy relief, but in a film where Lola Lane, Ted Healy and Glenda Farrell are already providing substantial comedy, the addition of two people purely for wacky hijinks was pointless.  Martin Rubin in his book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Showstoppers&lt;/span&gt; felt that the movie had an overabundance of eccentric characters without enough everyday joes to balance it out.  He also makes a good case in showing that Berkeley's grandiose visual spectacles, even when somewhat subdued as in "Hollywood Hotel", don't always mesh well with screwball comedy.  A "light touch" is needed, and Berkeley simply didn't have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie discovers that the producer didn't want him for an acting gig, he was hired to sing, specifically to dub in for Alec's songs in the film.  He won't get credited but he will get paid.  He reluctantly agrees and attends the premier (where you see the program spell Alec's last name as "DuPrey", although it is supposed to be "Dupre").  Ronnie decides enough is enough and he runs off into "hiding", which just means going back to Callaghan's with Fuzzy, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in this film it's enough to make people issue an APB for him because he's so well-hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-Stars is desperate to find Ronnie because Alec has promised to sing at the Orchid Room.  Since he can't sing, they want to use Ronnie to sing in another room and make it l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ook as though Alec is singing.  Sound familiar?  This scenario is a rather important plot point in "Singin' in the Rain", a movie made 15 years later.  "Singin' in the Rain" isn't much more than borrowed elements from early Hollywood musicals, with a dash of silent-film-hate thrown in.  But I digress again.  Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel5_9607f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hollywoodhotel5_9607f.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuzzy hears that All-Stars wants Ronnie back, so he contacts Virginia who shows up at Callaghan's to talk Ronnie into returning.  He refuses at first.  However, Mona's dad shows up for no logi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cal reason and decides to concoct a plot using Virginia as a decoy, also for no logical reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Virginia makes herself up as Mona again and picks up Alec for his night at the Orchid Room.   Alec figures the scheme out and demands to be let out of the car.  He's stranded on the side of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; road and cannot arrive to the Orchid Room in time.  Meanwhile Mona's father keeps her occupied as well, just long enough for Ronnie to perform at the Orchid Room instead, to much acclaim.    The set here is beautiful, with all the singers on stages made to look like giant orchids, and the winding railings throughout the room covered in large vines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona eventually arrives and has another fit, turning into a martyr and saying she'll step aside if the fans really want Virginia instead of her.  Virginia takes her up on it and goes out to perform with Ronnie.  Everyone's happy and the film ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although honestly, I don't think Virginia got anything out of the deal, as the audience surely thought she was Mona and Mona would get all the credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many musicals of the 1930s, this film relies on the strength of the humor between each musical song or dance segment.  It unfortunately runs out of steam; when it does, the audience discovers how important energy and charm are to films like "Hollywood Hotel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an enjoyable film, no question.  Lola and Rosemary Lane are both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quite good in the film, and the people playing themselves -- Louella Parsons, Benny Goodman, Perc Westmore, etc. -- are all reasonably competent at their roles.  Dick Powell is so adorable I want to take him home and feed him a saucer of milk, and give him a little yarn toy and some catnip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  Don't look at me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hh_poster_2nd_type_16e8e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/hh_poster_2nd_type_16e8e.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for the film's problems, it's probably selfish of me to want a movie to keep the high-energy pace throughout the entire film, and I feel a bit spoiled complaining about the last few reels of the film when the first half was so amazing.  Plus, I know my taste in humor tends away from the silly characters with little importance in the film, and I know most people who love classic film really enjoy the wacky hijinks.  If you get a chance to see this film, you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FURTHER READING &amp;amp; CREDITS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laurasmiscmusings.blogspot.com/2008/02/tonights-movie-hollywood-hotel-1937.html"&gt;"Hollywood Hotel" at Laura's Miscellaneous Musings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thrillingdaysofyesteryear.blogspot.com/2008/07/hooray-for-hollywood.html"&gt;"Hollywood Hotel" and Louella Parsons' radio program at Thrilling Days of Yesteryear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parabrisas.com/d_davisj.php"&gt;Solid!  Johnnie Scat Davis biography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Showstoppers: Busby Berkeley and the Tradition of Spectacle&lt;/span&gt; by Martin Rubin, pages 136-138&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://amy-jeanne.livejournal.com/"&gt;amy_jeanne at LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt; for the publicity still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/07/hollywood-hotel-1937.html' title='Hollywood Hotel (1937)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634668426937415789&amp;postID=3591588405959589405' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/3591588405959589405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/posts/default/3591588405959589405'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634668426937415789/posts/default/3591588405959589405'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05250238254417726987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634668426937415789.post-1766594206855978928</id><published>2008-06-21T04:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T02:41:35.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='set your recorders'/><title type='text'>Jewel Robbery (1932)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobberyposter_resized_90167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobberyposter_resized_90167.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Jewel Robbery" is a delightful pre-code romance set in Vienna.  Starring Kay Francis and William Powell, this film is shamefully unavailable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in any format.  However, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TCM will be showing "Jewel Robbery" on September 4 at 8:15 PM Central&lt;/span&gt;.  Actually, the entire month is Kay Francis month -- the last time Kay was the featured star was close to 10 years ago, and it's not hyperbole for me to say that month changed my life.  I stayed up all night to watch Kay's films and a whole new genre and era of film-making opened up for me.  I especially fell in love with the Kay Francis-George Brent-Lyle Talbot trio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time I didn't realize that so many of the films I was watching were rare, so I didn't record anything; this year I will not make that same mistake.  I don't want you to make the same mistak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e either!  Don't miss a rare opportunity to see "Jewel Robbery" and other films, such as "Mandalay," this September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should remind you that my film entries contain spoilers.  Don't read any further if you want to watch "Jewel Robbery" unspoiled in September!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the title credits roll, we are introduced to some very polite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; well-dressed businessmen in a jewelry store.  A professor has arrived to show the excited manager and employees his ingenious new burglar alarm system.  This system is a grotesque face rendered in a gorgeous art deco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; pattern, as you can see to the right.  To the dismay of everyone in the store,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobbery1_6a19f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobbery1_6a19f.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; as they go to inspect the alarm -- w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hich was already armed and working -- they discover they have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; been robbed.  Even a beautiful and sophisticated piece of equipment cannot stop The Robber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We segue to the house of Baroness Teri von Horhenfels (Kay Francis), who is happily frolicking in a tub overflowing with bubbles.  While playing around and being attended to by multiple maids she loses her soap.  I defy you to not be charmed into abject submission by Francis' surprised "Ooh, my soap!" as the bar flies out of her hands and into another room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri's friend Marianne (Helen Vinson) arrives with the newspaper during the b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ath.  As Teri is toweled off, massaged, and rubbed down by the maids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, Teri r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eads the headlines about the jewel robbery.  A flood of zippy, entertaining dialogue ensues as Teri and Marianne discuss their hedonistic lives in beautiful Vienna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teri is unhappy, though, and bemoans her fate; she's been married to her husband the Baron for just a short while, but she's already bored.  He's old and uninteresting and her boyfriends aren't keeping her entertained anymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They all become "distinguished" and wear sashes, she says, and when that happens they suddenly think the most important part of their anatomy is their chest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teri is impatient to get her diamond, an enormous ring with the famous Excelsior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobbery2_2bbe7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 315px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobbery2_2bbe7.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Diamond as the solitaire stone, that her husband the Baron has promised her.  She panics though when she thinks her jewelry store may get robbed as so many others in Vienna have been. After the maids set her hair and dress her, Teri, Marianne, and Count Andre (Andre Lueget) go to see the diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the store Teri and Marianne fawn over the ring while waiting for the Baron.  The stone is brilliant, exclaims &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teri, clean and pure, with something of the infinite contained within.  When the Baron arrives he is accompanied by the distinguished undersecretary Paul (Hardie Albright), obviously one of Teri's boyfriends.  The Baron immediately upsets Teri by complaining that the stone is far too small as compared to the price.  Teri sulks like a child refused a toy, so the Baron says he's simply trying to negotiate, and he goes into the back room to talk to the jeweler.  Meanwhile Paul corners Teri to talk to her.  Teri is having none of it.  She's decided she's shallow and weak and needs to turn her life around.  She declares she's going to live a clean life from now on, something "clear, simple and pure... like that stone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ust then William Powell and his assistant Fritz (Alan Mowbray) arrive.  Powell is dapper, refined, and sophisticated.  He takes off his hat while Fritz offers him a silk-lined case, opens it, and Powell withdraws a small revolver.  "Would you kindly put up your hands?" he asks the assembled room -- Powell is The Robber, the one all of Vienna has been reading about for weeks.   The rest of The Robber's entourage arrive to clean the place out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobbery4_fdf22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobbery4_fdf22.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Robber knows all the tricks, knows that some in the store are hiding jewels in their mouth, knows that an alluring blonde or two outside the building will keep police distracted.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Robber is suave and polite, serious but never deadly. He puts on some classical music while they rob the place of all the jewels, including Teri's beloved ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Teri is delighted, but Paul and the Baron are decidedly unimpressed by her enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Robber is attracted to Teri, and knew of her by reputation.  His business is jewelry, after all, and Teri has an enormous and well-known collection.  Teri is quite taken with the handsome jewel thief and is immediately attracted to him.  The Robber is interested in her as well, but one is never quite sure if he desires her beauty or her jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store's dim new guard Johann (Spencer Charters) arrives and is easily fooled by The Robber.  Thinking he is just a customer, Johann helpfully takes two large, heavy suitcases full of jewels out to The Robber's waiting car.  Meanwhile The Robber forces everyone to smoke some "drugged cigarettes".  This isn't tobacco.  Oh no, my friends, this is pot.  Everyone who smokes it is told to inhale deeply.  It gives them the giggles and, according to The Robber, when they awake the next day they'll have an enormous appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men refuse to smoke the "drugged cigarettes" so The Robber locks them in the vault, knowing it will open automatically in the morning.  Teri however refuses to smoke anything or allow herself to be locked into the vault, she wants an intriguing ending to the evening, and The Robber gallantly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;concedes.   They leave her behind while going to their getaway car.  As a token of their appreciation, they give some of their cigarettes to Johann the guard just as they drive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night Teri, the Baron, and Marianne go to the police station, where Teri has been called as a witness.   Teri claims she fainted when The Robber left, therefore cannot identify him or describe him correctly and Marianne knows she's up to something, but can't pry the truth out of her.  Teri's husband and boyfriend are both convinced she's taken with The Robber as well, and they are quite jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johann has been in the waiting room smoking some of the cigarettes The Robber gave him.  He joins the rest of them but is unable to help, as he is already quite high.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The police prefect (Clarence Wilson) becomes annoyed at the farce and allows Teri go home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; After everyone else leaves, the prefect chews out Johann for being inept.  Johann offers the prefect and another officer in the room the cigarettes, and they all become extremely goofy.  They start giggling uncontrollably and begin to make crank calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobbery6_fdc82.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 413px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobbery6_fdc82.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Teri arrives home she finds an enormous vase of at least 100 red roses has been sneaked into her room.  They are obviously from The Robber, which sets Teri and Marianne into a girlish giggling fit.   They gossip about the thief and his past exploits -- one of which is illustrated on the poster for the film -- while Teri changes into a night gown that is so low cut that one is certain it's going to fall right off at any moment.  Soon Teri and Marianne work themselves into a frightened frenzy like two pre-teens at a slumber party, and Teri fears she's been robbed when she notices her safe has been opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead she sees her beloved diamond ring has been left in the safe.  Marianne leaves in a huff -- she's both jealous of Teri's adventure, but also frightened that The Robber may return -- and her exit means it's safe for The Robber to enter Teri's room.  She tells him he has to take the ring because she would never be able to explain how she had it, but he refuses.  While they argue the police arrive and The Robber is forced to hide in her bedroom, but it's no use: the police capture him and find the ring.  They cuff The Robber and take Teri with them to make a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise!  The police aren't police at all, but The Robber's assistants.  They've taken her back to The Robber's luxury apartment for a romantic &lt;/span&gt;tête-à-tête&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; over dinner, while Teri's husbands and friends assume Teri was kidnapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither Teri nor The Robber feel much like eating so the evening is spent in risque talk and open flirtation.  The Robber makes his intentions known and Teri playfully replies that, since she's been kidnapped, whatever he does "must be done by force."  He picks her up and tosses her onto a pile of cushions in his living room, but she protests that they're going too fast and missing such interesting "intervening steps."  She asks him how he became the person he is today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobbery8_bc937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 318px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobbery8_bc937.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TERI: I'm curious to know how you were led astray.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ROBBER: Well, I began life as a little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TERI:  I'm glad to hear you kept to the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ROBBER:  Yes, it's a family tradition.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continues to tell Teri how he entered into a life of robbery.  Entranced, she asks to see his jewels, all of which he gladly displays for her, including some stolen at a charity ball.  He explains that he stole a necklace while a woman was gazing at the Prince of Wales (in real life the Prince of Wales at the time was Edward, later King Edward VIII, who abdicated in 1936); she was so entranced that he "could have removed her dress" and she not known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Robber and Teri both share a love for exquisite jewels, for excitement and romance, and a passion for each other.  When The Robber suggests they run off together, Teri changes the plan a bit to meet each other in Nice the next Thursday.  She leaves his apartment to go home.  As The Robber's butler cleans up he notices some jewels not in their case; The Robber realizes immediately that Teri has stolen from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she's walking away she changes her mind, and goes to return the jewels she's stolen, but the police arrive just then.  She runs back to the apartment where The Robber shows no hard feelings -- they're both cut from the same cloth, of course, and if anyone is going to understand why she stole some jewels, it would be him.  They confirm their plan to meet up later, and he ties her up and leaves her behind.  The Robber and his henchmen escape while Teri basks in the attention from her husband and friend, who worry over her after her harrowing ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobbery9_16986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobbery9_16986.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teri says she's frazzled, she can't handle all the stress and danger she's been under lately after the robbery and kidnapping.  She insists to her husband that she must go away for a while, to Nice, preferably next Thursday.  As she's telling him this, Teri looks straight at the camera and puts her finger to her lips, asking us not to tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jewel Robbery" has never been released in any format, which is absolutely unacceptable.  It would be terrific for the recent TCM "Forbidden Hollywood" series, and I'd tell them that if I weren't too busy pestering them to show "Skyscraper Souls" again.  You know, "Skyscraper Souls" would be another wonderful "Forbidden Hollywood" release!  Hint hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of official release means there's very little information about the film out there, so I don't really have much more to add.  The only marginally interesting thing I noted was found on the Kansas Historical Society website, I discovered a list of edits the Kansas film censors made to "Jewel Robbery": &lt;a href="http://www.kshs.org/research/collections/documents/govtrecords/boardofreviewresults.php?page=14"&gt;removal of some of Powell's dialogue in reel 5&lt;/a&gt; for being indecent.  While it's impossible to know what specific dialogue was removed, reel 5 would be approximately when the love scene between The Robber and Teri took place.  How I'd love to know which bits the censors thought were "indecent".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, I have to say that "Jewel Robbery" is why movies make me so intensely happy.  It was warm, spirited, fun and beautiful to look at.  The plot is basic and allows space for the characters and dialogue to expand and flesh out the film.   The dialogue was an amazing balance of playfulness, precision, believability and ridiculousness.  The Robber's suave, romantic comments to Francis would never work in real life; the poor recipient of his charms would fall about in peals of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobberyposter_23754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/jewelrobberyposter_23754.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In all honesty, I have to admit there is not a single good person in this film.  The Baron is cheap and boring, Paul is dull and vaguely angry, the police and guards are inept.  Teri's selfish, immature behavior in the real world would be far from delightful, and Marianne's cynical worldview borders on anti-social.  The Robber's debonair attitude somewhat masks a conniving thief who brags that he moves about in lofty social circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the negativity, an underlying positive nature was revealed by the characters being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;very self-aware.   The film is a full-on celebration of that familiar, overwhelming, initial shallow attraction that leads us into unknown territory with a new lover.   Materialism and entitlement drive both Teri and The Robber to passion and, perhaps, to love -- The Robber's last words to Teri are "I love you" -- but the film ends there.  We'll never know if they really do love each other.  We'll never discover if The Robber is making a mistake by trusting Teri.  When the film ends, how many viewers will remember that Teri never kissed The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Robber, yet she ardently kissed the Excelsior Diamond several times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I willingly fell in love with Teri, The Robber, and Marianne... and the diamond ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FURTHER READING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/movie/review?_r=2&amp;amp;res=9A00E4D81531E633A25750C2A9619C946394D6CF&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=login"&gt;The NY Times 1932 review of "Jewel Robbery"&lt;/a&gt; (login may be required)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/06/jewel-robbery-1932.html' title='Jewel Robbery (1932)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634668426937415789&amp;postID=1766594206855978928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/1766594206855978928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/posts/default/1766594206855978928'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634668426937415789/posts/default/1766594206855978928'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05250238254417726987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634668426937415789.post-4303455679530399986</id><published>2008-06-12T17:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:42:27.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Delays, delays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/oztwister_cbafb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/oztwister_cbafb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, weather.  We've been hit with a series of horrible storms, starting with a storm last week that threw softball-sized hail at us.  We then had a nearby tornado a couple days later which also spit out hail, and most recently an actual right-through-the-town tornado yesterday.  While my family and I came through with no injuries and only minor damage to our property, much of the town was not so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more storms in the next few days, and therefore, more delays in posting.  Sorry.  Life interferes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture shamelessly stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.noplacelikeoz.com/Page4.htm"&gt;No Place Like Oz&lt;/a&gt;. On second thought, maybe I should have used a picture from "It's Always Fair Weather" to try to unjinx us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/06/delays-delays.html' title='Delays, delays...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/4303455679530399986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/posts/default/4303455679530399986'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634668426937415789/posts/default/4303455679530399986'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05250238254417726987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634668426937415789.post-7523994373466558936</id><published>2008-06-04T04:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T04:28:53.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>No More Ladies (1935)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/nomoreladiesusposter_a4c30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/nomoreladiesusposter_a4c30.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you're looking for a film where both fashion designer Adrian and set decorator Cedric Gibbons have gone off their collective chums, "No More Ladies" is for you.  This was during Joan Crawford's fashion plate period, where every film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;showcased a glamorous new look or two.  Or three.  Maybe four.   In "No More Ladies" she has longer hair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;longer eyelashes, and longer gowns with thoroughly silly details.    Not content with a simple-yet-fabulous gown, Adrian enlarged many details such as belts, bows and collars to 5 times their norm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;al size. Then he added extra sequins, straps and faux gems, then topped every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ensemble off with enormous rings and a dozen sparkly bangles.  With all that fabulousness, the eye never knows where to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hairdresser and make-up artists managed to schmutz up the consistency in most every scene.  Joan's hair is longer but curled, and you can tell when one day's filming ended and another's began because her curls will differ gr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eatly in shape and size.  In the early part of the first bedroom scene she has puffier curls which go down nearly to her shoulders, but later in the same scene her curls are tighter and have dra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wn up several inches, making her appear to have shorter hair.  At the party where Sherrie and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jim meet, Marcia goes from having normal false eyelashes when she's talking with Edgar to those 2-foot-long monstrosities when she's sitting at the bar.  Changing hairstyles from day to day is one thing, but these mid-scene shenan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;igans distracted me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sets are packed to the brim with fashionable props, and while each piece in itself is lovely, the effect of jamming dozens of lovely furnishings into a single background &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/nomore6_21d7c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 321px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/nomore6_21d7c.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is overwhelming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To get the maximum bang for their tchotchke buck, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;many items were placed in front of mirrors.  What's bette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;r than 4 miniature porcelain reproductions of Greecian statu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;es? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Four miniature porcelain reproductions plus their reflections!  It's like having 8 statues for the price of four!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We open with Marc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ia (Joan Crawford) stomping around her tastefully appointed bedroom, realizing her boyfriend Sheri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan "Sherrie" Warren (Robert Montgomery) is 2 hours late for their date.  She  angrily flings off her clothes and changes into a nightgown as her grandmother Fanny (Edna May Oliver) looks on.    This is an odd scene, as it mimics the gratuitous ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anges of clothes from such pre-code gems as "Night Nurse", yet manages to be completely banal.   Marcia changes into a nightgown with an enormous belt and matching spiked high heels.   What comfort!  Later we see Marcia wearing several large diamond bracelets and a bathrobe with an enormous fur collar as she gets ready for bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherrie is a virulent playboy yet is jealous of various flirtations between Marcia and handsome society men.   Sherrie and Marcia go to ritzy parties with the beautiful people, including Jim Salston (Franchot Tone) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carrie Rumsey as played by Joan Fontaine in her first film role.  Lighthearted and sophisticated parties swirl around while Marcia's grandmother Fanny  makes acerbic comments and Sherrie's cousin Edgar (Charlie Ruggles) engages in alcoholic antics.   This was back when alcoholism was still comedy gold.  As we all know, that c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hanged in the late 1970s when Lou Grant moved from a half-hour sitcom to an hour-long dramady.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcia and Sherrie decide t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o get married.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, they know it's a bad idea, but they do it anyway because they're sophisticated or something.  The reasoning was specious, let's just put it that way.  As soon as they're married, in fact on the honeymoon itself, Sherrie starts hitting on other women.  Eventually Therese (Gail Patrick) arrives and Sherrie starts an affair in earnest, careless of the fact that he's newly married or that Therese was actually Edgar's date.   Therese is a musician from "the old speakeasy days" and someone Sherrie has had a fling wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;h before.  Sherrie doesn't bother coming home after meeting up with There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;se.  He uses Edgar as an excuse, unaware that a drunken Edgar has already planted himself at Marcia and Sherrie's new home, which means Marcia knows immediately that Sherrie is lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/nomore5_b3f90.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 446px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/nomore5_b3f90.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Sherrie doe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s return home, he makes light of the situation and bluntly says he'll come up with better excuses the next time he's out sleeping with women.  He wants Marcia to kiss him and forget about what happened even though he's not going to change, and instead of a kiss she gives him a nice hard slap.  The slap doesn't end the conversation; when Marcia calls the other woman a tramp, Sherrie replies that Therese is "no more a tramp than I am."  He speaks the truth, but just because he's an honest tramp doesn't m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ean he gets a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slowly Sherrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; goes from simply saying he's sorry for what he's done to actual contrition.  Sherrie's not exactly a genius; he decides to backpedal furiously and deny that he had an affair, despite previously copping to it.   He also claims he's reformed and won't do it again, which he pronounces to both Marcia and Edgar, neither of whom believe him.  Marcia ostensibly forgives him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quickly it beco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mes clear that Marcia has plans of revenge.  She arranges a dinner party where Jim Salston (Franchot Tone) is the main guest.  Jim is divorced thanks to Sherrie, who unashamedly slept with Jim's wife Diana and broke up their marriage.   Not only that, Jim is clearly attracted to Marcia and Sherrie is jealous.  Jim immediately begins playing mind games with Sherrie, chee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rfully thanking him for causing his divorce and slyly noting that he knows Sherrie is already sleeping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jim isn't the only surprise guest. Just then the ex-wife Diana arrives with her new husband.  Diana is a squeaky, annoying woman who has childish pet names for both Jim and Sherrie and is embarrassingly frank about her past marriage and affair.  She is now Lady Diana Knowleton, married to Lord Knowleton (Arthur Treacher), a stiff and boring Englishman.   Treacher is charming as always and it's hard not to like him, although it's equally difficult to not cringe at his character's stereotype.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/nomore9_45a06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 384px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/nomore9_45a06.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His only purpose is to be the butt of a slew of jokes about how worldly and sophisticated Americans are, while the British are stuffy and lack a sense of humor.  Ironic, since Treacher is the fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nniest person in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcia arrives i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n another ridiculous dress with a 3-foot wide collar and in 2-foot long eyelashes (which I mentioned previously &lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2007/10/its-all-about-suave.html"&gt;in this entry&lt;/a&gt;, and which you can see to the left).  This time I also noticed she's wearing two brooches.   What's better than one brooch... oh, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim professes his love for Marcia.  Sherrie arrives just as Marcia is about to respond, but everyone is momentarily distracted by the arrival of the last guest - Therese, the woman Sherrie just spent the night with.  She's a musician and has been hired as the entertainment.  Her presence is guaranteed to cause entertainment, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dozens of more guests arrive for an enormous party the next day, including handsome character actor Dave O'Brien, best known for his role in "Reefer Madness". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wild hijinks ensue.  Therese begins performing her banjo and singing (she's terrible, by the way) and Lord Knowelton takes a particular interest in her.  Jim and Sherrie continue to vie for Marcia's affections with Jim making sure Sherrie knows he finds the whole thing amusing i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/nomore10_c343e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 324px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/nomore10_c343e.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;justified-revenge sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franchot Tone didn't have a broad range as an actor, but his smirking revenge persona in "No More Ladies" works really quite well.  He has definite emotion behind his character, and while he's certainly reveling in the schadenfreude of Sherrie's predicament, it's obvious he honestly cares for Marcia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crawford unfortunately doesn't exude any depth as Marcia. She often makes a sharp, quick head nod to emphasize a line of dialogue, which would be fine if it wasn't the same gesture she'd been using since the silent era.  Her playful look, which consists of a false overbite and wide eyes, is similarly dated.  Crawford doesn't seem merely bored, she seems downright comatose.   Montgomery isn't stretching his acting wings, either, although he does manage to show some emotion in a couple of key scenes.  These outbursts seem out of place, but for no fault of Montgomery's -- the plot is so thin that it can't withstand any injection of genuine emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually Marcia decides to go for a drive with Jim, "go for a drive" being an obvious euphemism, of course.  Sherrie forbids them to go.  After a bit of a row they all agree to go inside and play charades.  Marcia and Jim are to pose for a scene while everyone else waits behind a curtain for the reveal.  While the curtain is closed, however, Marcia and Jim sneak off for a drive anyway.  Sherrie is furious and humiliated.  He decides to leave Marcia the next morning and get a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcia and Jim return before Sherrie leaves.  Marcia says her great plan to live her own life failed because she loves Sherrie even though she doesn't want to.  Sherrie runs after her and starts to apologize, but breaks down in tears.  They hug and reconcile.  Sherrie says he trusts Marcia but still wants to know what she and Jim did the previous night.  She whispers something to him, they both laugh, the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a technical aspect, this was not a particularly good film.  The opening montage and Grand Central Station scenes were old 1920s stock footage, the sets were static, and there was some terrible bluescreen during the faux beach scenes.  The sets were often overlit, which is common enough with MGM films of the era, but was quite obvious considering the light color of the decor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/nomoreladies_georgehurrell_ee520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 341px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/nomoreladies_georgehurrell_ee520.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No More Ladies" was fun enough but overall rather bland film, obviously one of the quickies made during the 50-movies-a-year period in Hollywood.  It's not that it was bad, but the glamour wasn't glamorous enough, the dialogue wasn't witty enough, the comedy wasn't funny enough.  It's as though it was conceived as an upscale piece but no one cared enough to polish up the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the haphazard nature of the film may be due to its moderately turbulent production.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;According to several online sources, director George Cukor took over for Edward Griffith when he fell ill, and Cukor and Crawford initially clashed.  Further, the film was adapted from the play, but Rachel Crothers -- who wrote the adaptation -- was so upset with studio changes to her script that she had her credit removed from the film altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fans of early-30s glamour flicks, though, "No More Ladies" is one to add to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FURTHER READING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laurasmiscmusings.blogspot.com/2008/05/tonights-movie-no-more-ladies-1935.html"&gt;Laura's Miscellaneous Musings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmsofcrawford.com/id71.html"&gt;Films of Crawford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/06/no-more-ladies-1935.html' title='No More Ladies (1935)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634668426937415789&amp;postID=7523994373466558936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/7523994373466558936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/posts/default/7523994373466558936'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634668426937415789/posts/default/7523994373466558936'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05250238254417726987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634668426937415789.post-5046786205769870922</id><published>2008-05-29T20:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:33:11.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in memoriam'/><title type='text'>In Memoriam: Dick Martin and Harvey Korman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://app.onlinephotofiler.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/00_dickmartin_9272a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px;" src="https://app.onlinephotofiler.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/00_dickmartin_9272a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;American comedy has sadly lost two greats this week: Dick Martin, who passed away on May 24, and Harvey Korman who passed on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick Martin was most famous for his role on "Laugh-In", which I discussed at length &lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/04/maltese-bippy-1969_26.html"&gt;here in a recent post about the film "The Maltese Bippy"&lt;/a&gt; (where I also mention Harvey Korman... if I were a superstitious blogger, I'd be feeling a bit responsible right no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;w.)  After "Laugh-In" ended, Martin became a prolific and talented director of television shows.  He started directing on "The Bob Newhart Show" and moved on to such shows as "Archie Bunker's Place", "Family Ties", "Sledge Hammer!" and "Goodnight Beantown".  Bet you haven't thought about that show for a while, have you?  I'm a huge Bill Bixby fan -- that's probably a phrase you don't hear much -- and I adored "Goodnight Beantown".  As much as I may have hated "The Maltese Bippy", Dick Martin will always hold a special place in my heart for his work on "Goodnight Beantown".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5j99CR_xFNomdLxJhwGL5d5qvUdCQD90T15TG1"&gt;Dick Martin passed away on May 24.  He was 86 years old.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Harvey Korman was one of my favorite comedic actors.  I adored him when I was a little girl and, unlike most actors I loved as a child, remained a favorite of mine through adulthood.  If you're my age you probably remember being babysat by the television in late afternoon and early evenings, and you likely saw the same "Carol Burnett Show" episodes (both original and reruns) that I did.  Korman and Conway cracking each other up and barely being able to get through a skit brightened a lot of my childhood days that would have otherwise been nearly intolerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I got older I began to watch more adult fare such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://app.onlinephotofiler.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/00_harveykorman_7f82b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 471px;" src="https://app.onlinephotofiler.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/00_harveykorman_7f82b.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Blazing Saddles" and I discovered what a terrific actor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Korman was.  He was able to make any ridiculous character believable, and his mere presence elevated otherwise mid-level affairs like "Dracula: Dead and Loving It" and "Radioland Murders".  Korman said he was never as successful as he could have been because he came across as too snobbish, but "give me something bizarre to play or put me in a dress and I'm fine".  Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best movie lines ever is Korman's from "Blazing Saddles:"  "You will be risking your lives, while I will be risking an almost certain Academy Award nomination for Best Supporting Actor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5hxBvjVQLAF5ZNdJatfx_DsIrmEIwD90VLKO00"&gt;Harvey Korman died today, May 29, at the age of 81.  He will be missed.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited to add: Frank Conniff, television writer, member of Cinematic Titanic, TV's Frank, and the man with the best hair in showbiz has posted a lovely blog post on the CT site about Martin and Korman.  &lt;a href="http://cinematictitanic.com/wpmu/blog/2008/05/30/korman-and-martin/"&gt;You should read it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: This blog has just had its 10,000th reader - thank you all!  Please note this blog will be back to regularly scheduled content shortly.  Thank you for your patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/05/in-memoriam-dick-martin-and-harvey.html' title='In Memoriam: Dick Martin and Harvey Korman'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634668426937415789&amp;postID=5046786205769870922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/5046786205769870922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/posts/default/5046786205769870922'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634668426937415789/posts/default/5046786205769870922'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05250238254417726987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634668426937415789.post-8429176881128547515</id><published>2008-05-22T02:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:03:06.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='set your recorders'/><title type='text'>Set Your Recorders: Wings (1927)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/wingsposter2_resized_0c245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/wingsposter2_resized_0c245.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't plan on making a habit of this, but I wanted to let you know that "Wings" (1927) is going to be on TCM this Monday at 5:00 AM Central.  Now there is no excuse not to watch!  The film is difficult to find in the U.S.  so you may not get another chance to see it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone interested in a walk down memory lane, &lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2007/10/wings-1927.html"&gt;here is my previous post on "Wings"&lt;/a&gt; from all the way back in October.  Oh, we were young then, weren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: David O. on rec.arts.movies.past-films has noted that "Wings" is also available through his cable company's On Demand selections.  Check your local listings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/05/set-your-recorders-wings-1927.html' title='Set Your Recorders: Wings (1927)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634668426937415789&amp;postID=8429176881128547515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/8429176881128547515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/posts/default/8429176881128547515'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634668426937415789/posts/default/8429176881128547515'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05250238254417726987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634668426937415789.post-5443355510812662763</id><published>2008-05-10T15:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:11:21.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='administrative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metapost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edits'/><title type='text'>Metapost: So It's Come To This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://app.onlinephotofiler.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/enriquo_pallazzo_resized_cf3d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 379px;" src="https://app.onlinephotofiler.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/enriquo_pallazzo_resized_cf3d4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have a full-fledged post for you, but I have made some edits to past entries that I wanted to list here for convenience.  Oh, and to get "The Maltese Bippy" off the top of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2007/11/turner-classic-birdman.html"&gt;Turner Classic Birdman&lt;/a&gt;:  I added a new link to a great and lengthy interview with Robert Osborne via Creative Loafing Atlanta.  Also, I changed the screencap of Bob Osborne.  Getting  good cap of him was difficult; until you try to screencap Mr. Osborne, you have no idea how fluid his facial expressions are.  In the previous one cap he looked like he was gritting his teeth to get through the intro and outro.  In actuality, he seems to be enjoying himself and is clearly in on the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2007/10/murder-by-television-1935.html"&gt;Murder By Television&lt;/a&gt;: Did the most work on this one.  Cleaned up the writing in a few spots, resized and reorganized pictures, added the poster picture and some "Further Reading" links.  This was a post I originally made to a LiveJournal community called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the_dingus&lt;/span&gt;, which didn't take off because kids these days don't like old films, and no one knows what the dingus is anyway.  Durned kids with their bell bottomed denim slacks and hippity hop musics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://app.onlinephotofiler.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/dingus_7f155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px;" src="https://app.onlinephotofiler.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/dingus_7f155.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/04/maltese-bippy-1969_26.html"&gt;The Maltese Bippy&lt;/a&gt;: Dammit, here it is again.  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've added another paragraph in response to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://jackpendarvis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jack Pendarvis&lt;/a&gt;' accurate criticism, and a link to the rec.arts.movies.past-films thread about the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added a new link to a really lovely article by Nicholas Kohler about the late John Harkness at &lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2007/12/in-memoriam.html"&gt;the memorial post here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/04/sh-octopus-1937.html"&gt;Sh! The Octopus&lt;/a&gt;:  After the post went live, I realized the final paragraphs were missing so I added them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2007/10/in-background-mrs-potter.html"&gt;In The Background: Mrs. Potter&lt;/a&gt;: I edited this a couple months ago but thought I'd list it for the sake of completeness.  I removed one pic (which showed up later on &lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/01/metapost-unused-but-loved.html"&gt;Unused But Loved&lt;/a&gt;) and rearranged the others to make them fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREDITS:&lt;br /&gt;The demotivational poster courtesy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ninjaguydan&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/film_stills/"&gt;LiveJournal's film_stills community&lt;/a&gt;.  Pic unrelated, as the kids these days say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the dingus comes from &lt;a href="http://blogs.sfweekly.com/thesnitch/2007/11/stolen_maltese_falcon_to_be_re.php"&gt;this news article&lt;/a&gt; about the replacement for a stolen, genuine dingus, and was originally linked by me &lt;a href="http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2007/11/maltese-falcon.html"&gt;in this post&lt;/a&gt; about the falcon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject line &lt;strike&gt;taken&lt;/strike&gt; is an homage of "The Simpsons" episode &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0773651/"&gt;"So It's Come To This: A Simpsons Clip Show"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/05/metapost-so-its-come-to-this.html' title='Metapost: So It&apos;s Come To This'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634668426937415789&amp;postID=5443355510812662763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/5443355510812662763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/posts/default/5443355510812662763'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634668426937415789/posts/default/5443355510812662763'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05250238254417726987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634668426937415789.post-3747900015274812953</id><published>2008-04-26T04:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:32:04.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>The Maltese Bippy (1969)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy_poster_15da3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy_poster_15da3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This post not only contains spoilers, but due to the subject matter of the film, may contain items you don't want to read at work, at school, around kids, or for any reason at all, actually.  You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Maltese Bippy" is a stupid film.  It is offensive, vapid, incoherent, and the absolute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; antithesis of funny.  But I get ahead of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Maltese Bippy" is a Rowan and Martin vehicle designed to cash in on the intense popularity of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;their show "Row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an and Martin's La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ugh-In".  I will confess right now that I don't get "Laugh-In".  Perhaps it's my age -- "Laugh-In" was long out of production yet still tiredly plugging along in reruns by the time I was old enough to watch television.   Most of the performers had gone on to be perpetual game show contestants in the mid and late 1970s, and I much preferred seeing Jo Anne Worley spazz out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; on "$10,000 Pyramid" than on "Laugh-In", where the audience howled at her flinging of a boa as though it was comedy gold.  I admit to having some political qualms as well.  When I was a teen in the 80s, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I first saw the clip of Nixon ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ing the audience to "sock it to me", and I was appalled.  Surely this supposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; counterculture comedy knew it was validating Nixon and giving him positive publicity during his re-election campaign by allowing him to participate in the very thing that opposed him?  I was somewhat reassured about my opinion when I read Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Canby in his 1969 &lt;a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/movie/review?res=940CE4DE1639EF3BBC4152DFB0668382679EDE"&gt;New York Times review&lt;/a&gt; make the same comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy_laughin_3914e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 329px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy_laughin_3914e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, what I've always wondered about "Laugh-In" is how two old squares like Rowan and Martin could have been considered counterculture.   The show's political satire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; seemed unconvincing when coupled with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the hosts' Vegas lounge lizard style.  Rowan and Martin were, indeed, a seasoned whitebread comedy duo that did a popular but unoriginal act in Vegas.  They were primarily skeevy woman-chasers in their act, on the show, and they carried this reputation to "The Maltese Bippy".  Rowan's greasy attempt at suaveness -- the übertan, the tuxedo, the glamorous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; smoking -- made him ridiculous.  When I see Rowan I always imagine he is actually a character played by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Harvey Korman.  And then I wish I was watching Harvey Korman do... well, anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dick Martin is no better.  My recollection is that he played the dumb guy to Rowan's straight man, but Martin isn't particularly dumb in this film.  He says stupid things, but stupid in a "that phrase was never, ever, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; hip" s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ort of way.  Just check out the poster; was "well, ring my chimes" ever cool?  No.  No, it wasn't.  He's also on the make, marginally less sleazy but still far too old to be saying crude things to a college student.  Rowan and Martin were both 47 years old when "The Maltese Bippy" was released.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The film opens as though it were a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cecil B. DeMille epic, with slaves toiling under a cruel master, Irving the Horrible.  The screen then informs us that the film has nothing to do with Irving and is actually set in a cemetery in Flushing, New York.  A woman screams, and then the INTERMISSION screen appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy1_7985a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 385px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy1_7985a.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So do Rowan and Martin, who banter about credits and about the film we're not yet watching.  Martin immediately starts in with jokes about the woman screaming like a woman in his bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; did last night.  Classy!  The monologue ends with Rowan calling Martin a "doo doo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You heard me.  A "doo doo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the way, the title of the film has absolutely nothing to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; anything.  There is no scene in Malta or anything Maltese, and "bippy" is never even said in the film, despite it being a famous catch phrase from "Laugh-In".  The title is simply a blind riff on "The Maltese Falcon".  This isn't surprising, as a few half-hearted attempts at referencing old murder mysteries is made in the film, but nothing substantial comes of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The film finally begins and we're in a business office, actually an ersatz movie studio.  Rowan is Sam Smith, the director of porno films, and Martin is Ernest Gray, an actor in said films.  Pornos and doo doo.  Oh yeah, we are off to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thrilling&lt;/span&gt; beginning, my friends.  One of the few funny bits in the film are the interchangeable backdrops for the pornos.  The tiny backdrops which must only measure 5 feet by 5 feet imply absolutely no movement, no set changes, and no props.  The porn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;os all have the titles, "L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;unar Lust", "Jungle Lust", and "Submarine Lust".  Later, Smith refers to a past film he made titled "Sherlock Lust".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While filming, Sam suddenly howls like a wolf.  Before he can figure out why he did that, th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e owner of the office evicts the entire cast and crew and we cut to a scene elsewhere.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy2_95dc4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 529px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy2_95dc4.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A murder has taken place in a cemetery, and a woman at a nearby house reports being bothered by a man who howled at her like a wolf.  Meanwhile Sam and Ernest ride in a moving truck filled with their meager film studio possessions.  They arrive at Ernest's house, which is right next to the murder cemetery in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're only a few minutes into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; film and it's clear that this is going to be quite an uphill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; trudge.   Rowan can't deliver his lines and Martin's dialogue must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; have been cobbled together from old Bazooka gum wrappers.  The sets and cinematography are unimaginative and the supporting cast is rarely given anything worthwhile to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest arrives at his house, which we learn is a boarding house for a young college student named Robin, a violinist named Axel, and Ernest himself.   Sam also freeloads there.  The police are asking the cook and housekeeper Molly (Mildred Natwick) about the night of the murder.  The police detective is Robert Reed, sadly barely used at all in this f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ilm except to walk around in a noir-esque suit and fedora.   His assistant is Sgt. Kelvaney, played by Dana Elcar, also woefully underused.  While questioning Molly, Sgt. Kelvaney keeps getting irritated at her complete answers.  Finally he starts asking Ernest questions which clearly should be answered by Molly, but the gag here is that Molly gabs a lot and irritates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the men, so that's what they try to convey.  Ernest makes cracks about how she's been his servant for years so he has to put up with her irritating behavior.  Since Molly is simply providing much-needed exposition for the audience and isn't irritating at all, Ernest and Sgt. Kelvaney's co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mments seem hostile and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy3_b563e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy3_b563e.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; unwarranted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They are all interrupted by Helga, a next-door neighbor controlling her big, dangerous German Shepherd.   Helga (Eddra Gale) is a stern, large, Eastern European woman.  Her only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;purpose in the film is to accompany the other two who live in the house with her.  The actress is given no lines, she is relegated to the background, and is directly mentioned only twice, both times in fat jokes; Ernest says she must have eaten her way through the Iron Curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The college student Robin Sherwood arrives.  Where do they get these names?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robin Sherwood?&lt;/span&gt;  I was surprised she didn't eventually marry a man with the last name "Forest".  The police question her, too, and ask her why she's living in a boarding house instead of on campus.  Two reasons, the first being her own personal dissenting from all the dissent.   She goes on to decry all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the "love ins" and the like.  Maybe it's supposed to be a self-referential ironic stab at "Laugh-In", but it comes across as establishment wish-fulfillment.  The second reason she doesn't live in a dorm is because all the "kooks" on campus want to sleep with her. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Robin goes to her room and uses a telephoto lens out her window to view the German Shepherd's collar, which has a talisman of a wolf on it.  Ernest barges in to ask her on a date.  She makes her excuses by claiming she has a lecture on female anatomy that evening, and Ernest can't pass up the opportunity to leer and make cracks about doing some "field research" on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest's psychologist Dr. Charles Strauss (David Hurst) arrives at the house to give Ernest s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ome psychotherapy and a shot in the bum.  Hurst is, by far, the best actor in the film.  His subtle reaction when Ernest says he's worried about this compulsion to drop on all fours and lick the doctor's hand is easily the funniest moment in the whole film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meanwhile Robin goes downstairs to snoop around, and runs into Sam, who crudely propositions her by asking her to be in one of his pornos.  She says she cannot, as she has no experience, and he offers to teach her.  Ew.  It's also the second time that "experience" double entendre has been used thus far.  Sam gapes at her hinder as she walks off and stumbles backwards in distraction; he finds a talisman with a wolf on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next door neighbor Ravenswood (Fritz Weaver) arrives to ask if his sister Carlotta is around.  He claims Carlotta is unbalanced and thinks Ernest is a lost love of hers.  Helga is, apparently, Carlotta's keeper.  Ravenswood also has one of the wolf talismans around his neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Outside Carlotta (Julie Newmar) has found Ernest and is reminiscing about wild nights of sex, but does so in Hungarian so we can only imagine what's said.   Newmar is lovely as always, but seems bored with the role and puts nothing into her performance.  Ravenswood finds her and drags her, Helga, and the dog back into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A prosp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ective buyer for the house arrives.  Molly desperately wants Ernest to sell the house, as she was happier working for him in his previous city apartment.  The real estate age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nt explains the prospective buyer is a diamond merchant, just like the former owner of the house, and he actually knew the former owner before he left town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy4_de36e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy4_de36e.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Strauss has finally decided that Ernest is becoming a werewolf.  He lists the characteristics of werewolfiness, focusing especially on Ernest's itchy, hairy palms.  Oh, will the comedy never cease?  They decide to trap the werewolf who bit Ernest by attempting a ritual involving horsehair and wolfsbane.  Sam arrives and decides this would be a great act for a variety show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; featuring "chorus broads".  When the ritual begins, Ravenswood, Carlotta and Helga arrive and tell Ernest that he is a werewolf just like they are. Except, well, they're dressed like vampires and when they knock Sam out, they try to convince Ernest to bite Sam's neck.  I don't know if the confusion between werewolves and vampires is deliberate or not, I really don't.  Sgt. Kelvaney arrives with the doctor who had been outside, laying in wait for the werewolf.  Sam comes to, doesn't remember what's happened, and is still excited about the Ravenswood and company act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Ernest has a dream about turning into a werewolf.  Robin comes from her room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; down the hall and wakes him from his nightmare.  Just then they hear a crash and a scream and go downstairs to investigate.  Eventually they wind up outside and walk to Ravenswood's, where they see Ravenswood, Carlotta, Helga, and Dr. Strauss chuckling over their fake wolfman act. Ravenswood isn't a werewolf, Carlotta is dim but not deranged, and the doctor may not even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; a doctor.  They are pulling this act to scare Ernest out of the home, so they can take the opportunity to search for something called "Excalibur".  They also note that Robin isn't who she claims to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest and Robin return home just as Dr. Strauss calls Ernest. Ernest knows he's a fake, but he uses pre-planted hypnotic suggestions to get Ernest to strangle Robin.  Ernest tries but when he hits his head during the chase, he's knocked to his senses.  Robin explains that her father excavated the actual Excalibur, a sword made of gold and encrusted in emeralds, but the g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uy who bought the house they're now in stole it from her father.  Then that guy disappeared and Ernest bought the house, but the sword is still supposedly hidden in the building.  She wants to find it before Ravenswood does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a dead person falls out of the dumbwaiter.  They call the police but the body has been yoinked by the time the detective and sergeant arrive.  Robin then tells the police that Ernest had tried to strangle her earlier that evening, and Ernest looks betrayed.  They both get hauled off to the police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam arrives the next morning, still thinking that Ravenswood is an act he can parlay into big bucks.  Carlotta distracts Sam while Ravenswood and gang search the house for Excalibur.  While at lunch, Sam puts the sleaze on Carlotta, asking her if she really can turn into a dog at will.  She says she can, and this launches a slew of dog sex jokes that are just beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; revolting.  Carlotta walks ahead of Sam while he stares at her bottom, shrugs and says, "What the hell, I can always get a distemper shot."  WOMEN ARE DOGS.  HAW HAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy5_dc3dd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 484px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/bippy5_dc3dd.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Sam takes Carlotta to a motel for a quickie, he leaves for a moment to call an agent about the act.  She says, "Ciao" and he says, "That's up to you."  HAW HAW DOG CHOW.  ALSO EATING SOMETHING IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I've lost it?  Because right here in the film is where I completely lost my patience.  But I'll calm down for the sake of the synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sam comes back to the motel room he finds a dog on the bed.  It has come through the porch door while Carlotta went to call her brother Ravenswood for advice.  Sam thinks it's her, and here we go again with the dog sex jokes.  When Carlotta returns she's upset with her brother, so she tells Sam about the real scheme so he'll help her steal Excalibur from the others, and they will share the wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the house Ernest comes back from a night at the police station.  Robin comes back, too, and apologizes for telling the police that Ernest tried to kill her.  Except, well, he did try to kill her.  This isn't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house has been ransacked by Ravenswood and friends, but they didn't find Excalibur.  Robin admits that Excalibur is actually a 191-carat diamond and not the sword at all, although the reason for her initial lie isn't given.  The dead body that disappeared the night before turns out to be the previous owner of the house, the one who stole Excalibur, and he's got some code written on his chest in blood.  They search the house for the body and/or Excalibur but can't find either.  We soon discover Axel the violinist has the body, he helped the previous owner steal Excalibur, and the blood code is a message from the dead guy to Axel, telling him that he swallowed the diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants the dead body so they can cut it open and extract the diamond.  After some wrangling between Axel and Robin, Sam, and Ernest, Axel is subdued and Sam starts to dig into the corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I discovered that corpse mutilation is just as funny as dog sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sam is interrupted by Ravenswood.  Just as Ravenswood is about to kill them for the body, Carlotta kills Ravenswood.  Then the real estate agent kills Carlotta, Helga kills the real estate agent, that diamond merchant who was a potential buyer kills Helga.  Molly, the police detective, and Sgt. Kelvaney arrive.  The police detective says he is from the motion picture association and he is arresting everyone for "excessive violence in films."  All the dead people stand and start to file out when Dick Martin tells them to stop -- he can create a better ending than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin's ending is that the moving truck driver from the very beginning of the film is Robin's father, the owner of Excalibur, who arrives at the last minute.  He shoots at Ernest for strangling his daughter but she takes the bullet for him, which is even creepier than apologizing for turning him in earlier in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowan stops the film and says he can come up with an even better ending.  In his ending, the police detective names the murderer (there's only one?!) as though this were an old-fashioned murder mystery.  Molly is the murderer, and she admits it, while also professing her love to Sam and her jealous hatred of Ernest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Rowan and Martin leave the house, and Martin muses that movies always end with the lovers walking into the sunset together.  Rowan says no one is left alive except them, so Martin decides they have to do the walk themselves.  They hold hands and walk into the sunset while the U.S. Navy theme "Anchors Aweigh" plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.  After a film of puerile, adolescent sex talk and full-on woman hatred, it ends with a gay joke.  Terrific.  I want that 90 minutes of my life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have nothing else to say, except that I promise you the next few entries will be about movies I like.  To preserve our sanity, it is the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I would like to add that Jack Pendarvis says I was too harsh on Jo Anne Worley, and he makes a &lt;a href="http://jackpendarvis.blogspot.com/2008/04/decline-and-fall-of-maltese-bippy.html"&gt;compelling argument&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jackpendarvis.blogspot.com/2008/04/decline-and-fall-of-maltese-bippy.html"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;  I will forgive him for comparing her to Charles Nelson Reilly, who is like unto a god and cannot be compared with any human, but she is awesome and I shouldn't have brought her into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to point out &lt;a href="http://groups.google.com/group/rec.arts.movies.past-films/browse_frm/thread/ff9d21c84f0838ab"&gt;the rec.arts.movies.past-films thread&lt;/a&gt; on "The Maltese Bippy", which has been a great source of "what were they thinking" comments.  Poster Grant Hurlock reminded me of a rather creepy point in the film: early on when you're seeing the downtown area of NYC, a marquee scrolls by with the enormous letters "MARTIN LUTHER KING JR SH".  You don't see all of the last word, but it's probably "shot", and it's chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FURTHER READING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ralphehanson.com/blog/archive_07_03.html#030807_bippy"&gt;Living in a Media World on what "bippy" might mean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shockcinemamagazine.com/maltese.html"&gt;Shock Cinema's entry on "The Maltese Bippy"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/2008/04/maltese-bippy-1969_26.html' title='The Maltese Bippy (1969)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634668426937415789&amp;postID=3747900015274812953' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/3747900015274812953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.shebloggedbynight.com/feeds/posts/default/3747900015274812953'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634668426937415789/posts/default/3747900015274812953'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05250238254417726987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634668426937415789.post-3481070150634853520</id><published>2008-04-15T18:51:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:35:26.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='administrative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Sh! The Octopus (1937)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/Sh_OctoPoster_14647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/Sh_OctoPoster_14647.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like most of my film entries, this post on "Sh! The Octopus" contains spoilers.  Since this film has a twist ending, you may not want to read on unless you've already seen the film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the entire 54-minute run of this film, I kept asking myself, "Self, just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; did you ever want to watch this movie?"  And the only answer I could come up with was because &lt;a href="http://stason.org/TULARC/movies/alt-movies-silent/5d-Sh-The-Octopus-recurring-in-jokes-and-threads-alt-m.html"&gt;it's a longstanding alt.movies.silent in-joke&lt;/a&gt;.  That's not a half bad excuse, and I know I've seen plenty of other films for lesser reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sh! The Octopus" is based on two plays: "The Gorilla" by Ralph Spence, and the later play "Sh, the Octopus" which was a send-up of "The Gorilla".  This gets a bit confusing, as "The Gorilla" was already a spoof of the murder mystery genre, so a send-up of a spoof is, well, overkill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  "The Gorilla" was made into a silent film in 1927, and I should warn you that the review of the film by F. Gwynpla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ine Macintyre on the IMDb is likely incorrect - that reviewer is &lt;a href="http://groups.google.com/group/alt.movies.silent/msg/8ec87f7a57691eda?dmode=source"&gt;a prankster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; who writes reviews of lost films he claims to have seen, but clearly could not have viewed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  (Whether his Wikipedia entry, ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me page, or any other information out there is legitimate is &lt;a href="http://www.littlemanwhatnow.com/2007/04/intriguing-biographies-on-wikipedia.html"&gt;under question&lt;/a&gt; as well.  I personally think he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the product of several cinephiles' spare time, much like the Andrea Chen troll on Usenet.  I also suspect I'll be hearing from him about this post forthwith.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 1927 version of "The Gorilla" is lost and I have never seen the 1931 version, but &lt;a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/movie/review?res=950DE3DB143AEE3ABC4B51DFB466838A629EDE"&gt;the New York Times review&lt;/a&gt; reveals that the film has the exact same plot as "Sh! The Octopus", except with an octopus instead of a gorilla.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/sh2_6c8cc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/sh2_6c8cc.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another version in 1939 starred the Ritz Brothers, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; allegedly caused the trio to &lt;a href="http://www.alibris.com/search/movies/qwork/100020391/used/The%20Gorilla"&gt;refuse to work until their salaries were increased&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By 1939, this plot was assuredly w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ell-worn, and one wonders if the Ritz Brothers were hoping to simply avoid making the film altogether.  Instead they got their raise and a re-worked plot that invoked more than a little of Poe's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Murders in the Rue Morgue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sh! The Octopus" o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pens with Paul Morgan (John Eldredge) coming to claim an abandoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; lighthouse on a tiny isolated island. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Captain Cobb (I swear he was called "Greene" in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; film, but the IMDb disagrees) has escorted him to the lighthouse, and warns Morgan of Captain Hook, a sailor with a hook hand who might arrive, and who is thrown into a murderous frenzy by the sound of ticking clocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Hook (George Rosener) does indeed arrive, just in time to find a wallet of a famous scientist in the lighthouse - this scientist has inv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ented a radium ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/sh3_6c43a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 303px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/sh3_6c43a.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;witch to a car driving in the rain.  Police officers Detective Kelly (Hugh "woo woo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Herbert) and Detective Dempsey (Allen Jenkins) are off-duty when a dispatcher calls in to say Kelly's wife is at the hospital giving birth.  Kelly seems surprised by this.  He's also nervous, so he starts taking a bunch of unidentified pills to calm his nerves.  Meanwhile the car gets a flat, and while Dempsey changes the tire, Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; reads a newspaper article about the new polic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e commissioner going after the "crime octopus".  The crime octopus is apparently a media handle for a crime syndicate, and there's a $50,000 reward for the head of the syndicate -- The Octopus' -- capture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a woman runs out of the forest towards Kelly and Dempsey.  She says she is Vesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Vernoff (Marcia Ralston) and her stepfather has been murdered in a lighthouse nearby.  She also says that her stepfather invented a radium ray and was murdered for the ray.  When the cops mention the Crime Octopus, she says "the octopus" is in the basement.  The two cops, seeing a chance to ingratiate themsel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ves with the new commissioner by getting "The Octopus", head for the lighthouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/sh4_31ea0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 394px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/sh4_31ea0.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he lighthouse, Morgan is alone and discovers there is a dead body dripping blood and hanging bat-like from the top of the tower.  There are no stairs left in the old lighthouse, however, so there's no way to explain how the body got up there.  At the same time we see octopus tentacles come after Morgan from behind a curtain, but they don't grab him.  When the cops and the woman arrive, Morgan hides behind the curtain, which makes no sense - the octopus is back there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments Morgan comes out from behind the curtain.  Vesta knows who he is, but he denies knowing her, which causes her to cry terribly.  After Dempsey and Kelly leave to search the place, Morgan says he told that lie for a reason and Vesta should trust him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Hook shows up aga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in, this time with another lady who had grounded her boat just off the island.  After she arrives, hidden stairs up to the top of the lighthouse appear, but the octopus (or at least a tentacle, we haven't seen the entire creature yet) turns off the lights and a gun goes off.  The lights come back on and Hook has disappeared.  Then another person arrives, Nanny, a kindly old woman who has been Vesta's companion for over a year.  Vesta clearly relies on Nanny for emotional comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dempsey decides to take everyone's wallet, and then sends Kelly up the stairs to get the body down.  Kelly drops the body on accident, which gave me the first laugh of the movie -- the body is clearly a dummy, and I am not immune to the charms of a dummy falling from great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; heights.  Dempsey realizes that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not a real body and the blood was ketchup (he finds a full, unbroken bottle of ketchu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p on the dummy, which is bizarre at best), but before he can do anything about it, Morgan holds everyone up and has Vesta take the wallets back.  The dummy also has a wallet.  How w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;acky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/sh7_e1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 302px;" src="http://photos.shebloggedbynight.com/images/A_3/5/2/2/12253/sh7_e1633.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ook comes back, the light on the lighthouse comes on, and the octopus keeps closing and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; locking doors on everyone.  Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ings really do happen that quickly in the film, and it has a very discombobulating effect.  The humor is almost non-existent with the exception of a couple of one-liners and Hugh Herbert's occasional mumbled joke, followed by a "woo woo!"  Herbert is almost impossible to hear in this film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally Kelly and Dempsey realize that there's "another" octopus, a real one, and they're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; dealing with the Crime Octopus at all.  They decide to go into the basement to get away from some poison gas that is filli