My third year at the Slapstick Gala and again I marvel at
the event’s support from the city of Bristol; the Colston Hall was filled to
the rafters not just by curious locals or travelling hipsters but by local folk
who know how to have a grand time! No one talked throughout the show, continually
checked their phones, laughed at the quaintness of it all or, indeed, some of
Tim Vine’s jokes*… they get it: they know Stan and Buster and they really understand Charlie and Oliver. Heck, even the obscure Arthur Lake, casually dropping a baby in
convenient dump bins… they got him too.
Waves of laughter flowed around the Hall, genuine, belly
laughs, all feeding each other as recognition of the ridiculous, the daft and
the jaw-dropping was shared by the warmest audience you’ll find in all the
kingdom. Bristol, you are the most educated and fun-to-be-with crowd! Comedy is
a team sport and in this respect, you are City and Rovers united.
I had a conversation with my mother-in-law about why
she hadn’t found Chaplin as funny as she’d expected up to now but what’s been
missing is an audience and a live musical setting – tonight’s showing of A Dog’s Life (1918) took the roof off and she laughed.
The Bristol Ensemble played Chaplin’s own score and Günter A. Buchwald
conducted for a film that is so much more knowing than most “civilians” would
expect… aside from this crowd that is. From Edna Purviance’s tear-jerking singing
– buckets of tears… a splash in the face for those who talk “sentimentality” –
to Charlie’s knowing look at the end, the film is razor sharp.
Laurel and Hardy kicked us off in fine style with Angora Love (1929) – accompanied by maestro
John Sweeney on the Hall’s amazing grand and Frank Bockius on percussion. This
film may well have been the origin of the “don’t work with animals” rule as the
lads just about manage to cope with a goat that just won’t let them go.
Arthur Lake’s Whose
Baby (1929) may well have completed the other half of that rule as our
rarely-screened hero has to cope with looking after a baby whilst convincing his
girl that it’s not his. I use the term “looking after” loosely as Arthur dumps
the kid in bins, lets his pram run into traffic and hangs him up on hooks. It’s
all in the best of bad taste but a riot all the same.
Sherlock Jnr (1924)
was the headline act and not the first time Buster’s meta-masterpiece had an audience
gasping in disbelief as he puts his body on the line for laughs in some of his
best stunts. The action is far-fetched but as the boy in the row behind observed,
these things make sense as he’s in a dream… this Bristol audience is well
informed at all ages!
Gunter played along on violin and piano with The European
Silent Screen Virtuosi featuring Frank Bockius (percussion), Romano Todesco
(double bass) and Marc Roos (trombone). The acoustics in the Hall are darned good to
my ears and, sat dead centre, the music was rich and satisfying.
A stunning end to a full Friday which began with...
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| The Three Keatons |
The Young Keaton
(1895-1917) with David Robinson
David Robinson talked us through the
golden age of vaudeville and variety and the birth of Buster! Keaton’s remarkable
theatrical career began in 1899 aged 3, and we learned that it was not Harry Houdini
who earned him his nickname but another vaudevillian who witnessed his fall
down the stairs. Keaton’s father was an astute self-publicist and came up with
the “better story” later. It was a tough existence and seeing Buster talk on
film later in the day, you got the impression that he was a forceful,
intelligent man with intent forged on the road in medicine shows and lower-league
theatres.
By the time he stepped in front of a camera he was a comedy seventh
dan ready to knock his block off for our delight.
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| Betty Balfour's eyes |
Vagabond Queen (1929), Betty Balfour with introduction form Lucy Porter
In which our Queen of Happiness plays Sally a humble maid in
a London boarding house who temporarily becomes the Princess of Balonia – a woman
she resembles to the last freckle – in order to act as a decoy on coronation day
as rebels in the fake Balkan state, use knives, bombs and bullets to try and assassinate
their future monarch.
It is an aptly named country and there’s a certain Marx Brothers
zaniness to Douglas Furber’s script: “My friends and Balonians!”, directed with
brisk efficiency by Géza von Bolváry. The film was essentially a silent but had
a recorded soundtrack added post-production to turn it into a “talkie” of
sorts. The score was from John Reynders – a renowned musical compiler – and sticks
like glue to the narrative with sound effects galore as it follows the action
like a shadow.
Betty is super-charged charm throughout and is aided by
Ernest Thesiger as Lidoff, the Balonian diplomat and young Glen Byam Shaw as
her boyfriend Jimmie. The real Princess’s actual husband, Prince Adolphe, as
played by the decidedly louche Charles Dormer, is in a drunken confusion
wondering how his poor Zonia has lost her loving feeling.
Like anyone introducing their mate to a party, Lucy Porter
perhaps worried that we’d not get Betty, but who couldn’t love Chester-le-Street’s
finest: she does indeed still make us happy!
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| Seff on the left and Cocl on the right |
Cocl & Seff:
Austria’s Laurel & Hardy, introduced by Chris Serle
Now here’s a couple of queer fish… one of cinema’s very
first double acts who from 1913 appeared in many films sometimes together and sometimes
apart. Both Austrian boys, Rudolf Walter (Cocl) and Josef Holub (Seff) had the
distinguishing traits of most double acts: one tall, one short and one brainy
the other less so… as things progressed Seff – who on this evidence was slightly
funnier – evolved to look a little like Harold Lloyd.
Their earlier shorts shown lacked the finesse of a Chaplin
or Mabel Normand but by the twenties they were more oddball. One film was set
in a hotel with the characters all moving like jazzed automatons, John Sweeney
expertly followed their rhythm and it was an hilarious combination.
The funniest film was a Seff solo from 1926: Seff on the way to power and beauty (extracting
der Mikel from the earnest Wege zu Kraft
und Schönheit) which was a commercial for the Viennese Dairy that – wait for
it! – milks the association for everything it’s worth. Also features cheese.
John Sweeney and Elizabeth Jane Baldry took turns accompanying
and played together to sublime affect. Let’s have more piano and harp!
Lost and Found… David
Robinson, Elizabeth Jane Baldry and Daan van den Hurck
Mr Robinson was on fine form today and took us through some
enthralling snippets starting with the Odd-Father of Slapstick film, Leopoldo
(Luigi) Fregoli a hugely-popular transformist,
a quick-change artist, who could go from old gentlemen to lady… and young man
faster than you could say, er, David Robinson.
There followed an English film featuring a lady on skates flying
through the streets at an incredible whack, causing all manner of chaos; well
done that stunt man!
Next an Italian film, featuring a lady whose huge hatpins
knock into the heads of all around her and wonderful solo accompaniment from
Elizabeth Baldry who plays her harp as percussion, rhythm and lead – a one-woman
band who finds rich tones from deep bass, atonality (scratched strings) as well
as the gorgeous lines you’d expect: a joy to watch her work form the second
row!
André Deed – the World’s first comic superstar and a man of
many monikers, featured in Boireau
déménage (Boireau Changes House) and
a bonkers tale of a door fitter creating mayhem with his door en route to a job…
improvised and shot mostly on location, these are fascinating as well as funny.
As David Robinson said, there’s hardly any visual gag going
that Max Linder didn’t invent or improve and we got to see a sample of his
earlier work in Two Great Sorrows
(1908) that even David hadn’t seen. It was a darkly comic tale about a young
widower and a young widow that showed the root of Linder’s appeal was his
ability to act…
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| Marcel Perez |
Marcel Perez – who had even more names than Monsieur Deed –
was next Mademoiselle Robinet (1912)
in which he has to cross dress to cover up a dalliance with another man’s wife
with the inevitable consequences.
Ray Hughes, a Chaplin imitator, was next in the genuinely “lost
and found” Love and Lunch. I had no
idea that there were Charlie tribute acts at the time but given his popularity
it’s not too surprising… he’s pretty good but he’s no Charlie!
Lastly, we had a Stan Laurel treat, the recently recovered
full version of his 1924 solo movie Detained (1924), provided by The Frisian Film
Archive in Holland. Stan was great in this film and very funny; not for nothing
did Buster consider him the greatest, he connects so well with the audience,
even now, we’re all in on Stanley’s jokes!
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| Stanley hanging on... |
As David said, having seen these films so often, they’re a
lot funnier when accompanied by Elizabeth and Daan, there’s so much range in
their playing and they make for an intuitively subtle combination – as indeed did Elizabeth and John.
So Funny it Hurt:
Buster Keaton and MGM (2004), Kevin Brownlow and David Robinson
Perhaps the abiding memory of this day will be our Kevin and
our David trading tales of meeting some of the artists featured: yes, Mr Brownlow
met Buster Keaton and Mr Robinson met Laurel and Hardy.
They were in conversation after the screening of Brownlow’s
documentary of Buster’s difficult years at MGM, a period of declining creative
output despite commercial success. The
Cameraman was perhaps the last film in which Keaton had something like full
creative control and the MGM brass mistook its success for their own… With
every subsequent film from Spite Marriage
(screened the day before) onwards, the studio took more away from its star in
an attempt to leave him as just a “performer”. Buster was more than that though
and even though the film’s earned good money he
wasn’t going to go quietly.
It’s a shame we can’t see more of Brownlow’s amazing
interviews with Keaton and others but when studios are asking up to $600 per minute for use of footage integral
to the stories in Hollywood and elsewhere, there’s no affordable way. So… the
very same guys who wasted these talents and destroyed their work in the first
place, now stand in the way of what remains being more widely seen. And yet…
Warners can find the odd $70 million just for Justice League re-shoots and
MGM/Sony $100s of millions for remakes of Death
Wish and Tomb Raider. Valuable
work gentlemen, valuable work.
If you want to see the true spirit of cinema, you only had
to look at David and Kevin, two people in love with film and who, after many
decades of involvement, are still youthfully excited about their subject. Right
back at you boys!
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| Kevin Brownlow and David Robinson |
*To be fair, Mr Vine was very funny too!
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