It’s comedy troupe night!
We started out with a classic Three Stooges short – Sing A Song Of Six Pants.
The Stooges run a tailor shop. Unbeknownst to them (as they are pretty dim), a wanted criminal sneaks into the shop trying to escape the police. He poses as a mannequin, and the tailors go so far as to remove his clothes and offer them up for sale to the following policeman. Because they think he wants clothes. Because he’s in a tailor shop. It’s funny because it’s completely implausible! Anyhow, the criminal finally sneaks out sans pants/jacket and the Stooges find a paper in the pants pocket, which they determine is the combination to a safe. The criminal is obviously going to want it back. He sends his moll to buy the clothes back, which she does, but the combination is nowhere to be found. So he goes back in disguise to rough up the Three Stooges a bit. Silly Billy! Don’t you know that the The Three Stooges are the masters of slapstick? You are outgunned, buddy. Needless to say, he gets the worst of it and eventually caught.
In the end, Animal Crackers is not really about plot. That’s not to say there isn’t one. There’s a party where a famous painting is to be presented, and two different groups who contrive to secretly replace it with a copy – one in order to steal the painting and one in order to demonstrate another artist’s ability to paint with his excellent duplication. In the end, Harpo ends up with all the copies, the police coax them out of him, and everybody ends with a laugh.
What makes the film, though, is the dialogue. It’s not just a dialogue-heavy film, it’s a dialogue-dominated film, and despite being 80 (80!) years old, many of the jokes are fresh. And yes, some of the puns go right over your head, but I suppose that’s to be expected. I mean, in 2090 M. Night Shyamalan jokes (and by “M. Night Shyamalan jokes” I don’t mean Signs) will probably fall pretty flat. But some of the jokes have lived on…and those probably form a better review than any recap of the plot.
Africa is God’s country, and He can have it.
I was outside the cabin smoking some meat. There wasn’t a cigar store in the neighborhood!
You’re Emanuel Ravelli?
I am Emanuel Ravelli.
Well, no wonder you look like him. But I still insist there is a resemblance.
Heh, heh, he thinks I look alike.
Let’s get married.
All of us?
All of us.
Why, that’s bigamy.
Yes, and it’s big of me too.
I’m sick of these conventional marriages. One woman and one man was good enough for your grandmother, but who wants to marry your grandmother? Nobody, not even your grandfather.
Captain, this leaves me speechless.
Well, see that you remain that way.
You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, which doesn’t say much for you.
Why, you’ve got beauty, charm, money! You *have* got money, haven’t you? Because if you haven’t, we can quit right now.
How much would you charge to run into an open manhole?
Just the cover charge.
Well, drop in sometime.
Well, art is art, isn’t it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west, and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce, they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does.
Have you met Conductor Hennessey?
*You* inspect her.
Yeah, you see, we keep-a the roof in the basement, so when the rain come, the chimney don’t get wet.
As I say, we tried to remove the tusks. But they were embedded so firmly we couldn’t budge them. Of course, in Alabama the Tuscaloosa, but that is entirely ir-elephant to what I was talking about.
You are going Uruguay, and I’m going my way.
Pardon me while I have a strange interlude.