I hadn’t planned to use the “Harold Lloyd More to Come” screen grab so soon but…there will be no Crime Does Not Pay this week. A combination of outside interference (mi madre wanted me to accompany her to Kroger Nation so I could lift and tote several cases of bottled water) and just plain laziness (my old friend!) conspired to fill me with overwhelming ennui—so I decided to shelve it and do it next week. (Blog godmother S.Z. is probably wreaking havoc as you read this, stealing high schoolers’ lunch money and selling reverse mortgages to seniors.) But fret not: Thrilling Days of Yesteryear will return next week with…stuff. Have a great weekend, cartooners!
Friday, June 30, 2017
“…the problem here is that...my little brother, this morning, got his arm caught in the microwave, and uh...my grandmother dropped acid and she freaked out, and hijacked a school bus full of...penguins, so it's kind of a family crisis...”
Thursday, June 29, 2017
From 1931 to 1948, beloved character veteran Edgar Kennedy starred in over 100 two-reel comedies for RKO, as part of a franchise originally titled “Mr. Average Man.” Kennedy was hands down one of the finest second bananas in the history of the movies, brightening even the dullest film by merely being in it. He worked for Mack Sennett’s fun factory at the start of his movie career (he often played a Keystone Kop, and worked on a few occasions with Charlie Chaplin), and later freelanced in the 1920s before joining Hal Roach’s “Lot of Fun” toward the end of the decade as a supporting player in the classic comedies headlined by Our Gang, Laurel & Hardy, Charley Chase, and so many more. Edgar even got an opportunity to demonstrate his talents behind the camera, directing such Stan and Ollie romps as From Soup to Nuts (1928) and You’re Darn Tootin’ (1928).
|Harry Harvey, Florence Lake & Edgar in Contest Crazy (1948)|
Volumes One and Two came out in 2010, with Volume Three following three years later and Volume Quatro released this past April. Brian Krey was kind enough to shoot me a screener for Volume 4, which contains ten of Edgar’s two-reel efforts from 1934 to 1946. Some of these are the very textbook definition of “doozy.”
The DVD kicks off with In-Laws are Out (1934), a sidesplitting outing that has Edgar returning home from a business trip to learn from his neighbors that wife Florence (Florence Lake) is kicking him out of the house. The reason? It’s Ed’s hair-trigger temper, which is always activated by his interactions with his sponging mother-in-law (Dot Farley) and brother-in-law (Billy Eugene). Florence makes her husband promise that he’ll keep his anger managed…otherwise he’s out the door. His in-laws scheme to make him blow his top, so between those two and a mantle clock he’s purchased that refuses to chime properly, Kennedy’s disposition is continually challenged. One of the best gags in this comedy (directed by Jules White’s brother Sam and co-written by Arthur Ripley) has Edgar trudging up the stairs in his house with a priceless vase and some blankets blocking his view of what’s ahead of him…and Eugene placing a stepladder at the top of the staircase, resulting in Edgar’s continued climb. The first time Kennedy makes the trip he’s stopped by Florence before he falls off the ladder…but on the second go-round, he falls right through the floor and emerges (somehow with the vase intact) from a room below the staircase landing.
|Florence & Jack Rice scheme behind Edgar's back|
|Florence, Paul Maxey, Dot Farley, Jack, Harry Strang & Edgar|
in Brother Knows Best (1948)
|Edgar & Florence in Poisoned Ivory (1934)|
|Edgar Hamlet (1935)|
|Edgar & Vivien Oakland|
|An interesting trade ad for A Clean Sweep (1938): Edgar doesn't have a mustache in this short, and the other male character (Eddie Dunn) never interacts with Vivien's Mrs. K.|
|Vivien looks over the mess the Kennedy clan made in her kitchen in Home Canning (1948), the penultimate short in the Edgar Kennedy "Average Man" series.|
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
“And I hope when I find something that I want to do and I think you would like and come back, that you'll be as gracious in inviting me into your home as you have been…I bid you a very heartfelt good night.” Those final words rung down the curtain on Johnny Carson’s thirty-season stint as host of NBC’s The Tonight Show (or The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson, as it was officially known), when “The King of Late Night” officially retired on May 22, 1992. Sadly, Carson never returned to TV save for a small vocal contribution (as himself) on an episode of The Simpsons and a cameo on Late Show with David Letterman in 1994; he left this world for a better hosting gig on January 23, 2005 at the age of 79. (Correction: I wrote too soon; Mark Murphy e-mailed me to let me know that Johnny also did a monologue on a 1993 NBC special feting Peacock institution Bob Hope on his 90th birthday. Thanks, Mark!)
|Johnny...we'd hardly know ye.|
My good friend Michael Krause at Foundry Communications graciously gifted me with a screener for this upcoming release, which not only features these telecasts in their entirety (the musical guests are often excised from the Antenna TV repeats for copyright reasons) but the original network commercials as well. This appealed to the old-time radio fan in me (I love to listen to broadcasts that have the commercials intact), though I admittedly only watched one of the shows with commercials (you have the option of watching without—something that I’m sure would please my father if Carson reruns were his particular meat). That would be the oldest show in this collection, a July 21, 1976 telecast on the disc spotlighting Steve Martin. For an hour-and-fifteen minutes (the Carson show was a ninety-minute program from 1966 to 1980) I got to reminisce about taking the Nestea plunge and how Heinz ketchup is “slow good” (voiceover by Casey Kasem) …not to mention seeing familiar faces like Betty White (plugging Spray ‘n Wash) and Doris Roberts (a Glade air-freshener commercial—she won a Clio award for those spots).
|I cannot come up with the name of the actor playing Doris' husband in this commercial, and it's nagging at me because I've seen him in so many other things. (It's hell getting old.)|
|Wild and crazy guy.|
|Nice threads, Eddie.|
|Robin Williams, circa 1984.|
Addendum: Both the Mayor of Toobworld (Dr. Tobias O'Brien) and member of the TDOY faithful Mark Murphy have identified the actor with Doris Roberts in the Glade commercial as character veteran J.J. Barry. The blog is grateful for their tireless efforts in small screen research.
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
“What started out to be a real honest-to-goodness mystery just boils itself down to being as simple as A-B-C…”
here, though the third movie seems to have vanished from their inventory) but I thought their TCM showing might yield better copies (they did) because whenever they’re shown on getTV you have to edit out the commercials (and does it look like I’m not lazy?). Getting these movies was not an easy task; from time to time, DISH experiences problems displaying Tee Cee Em’s lineup in their onscreen guide and if you’re not careful what you painstakingly programmed to DVR never comes to fruition, resulting in my frustration and naughty swear words. (They did this to me the other night with The First Auto . Swine satellite system…)
I Love a Mystery Companion, the show’s creator, Carlton E. Morse, received two fees when Columbia purchased the rights to his show for a movie series. (Martin says that they were going to make three movies in total; an item in Variety at the time observes that two I Love a Mystery films were to be produced each year for five years. I wish Variety had been right.) The first fee was for the rights to ILAM; the second went towards a series of five-page synopses submitted by Morse that would be used as the basis for the subsequent films in the franchise. Only one of the movies—the first, I Love a Mystery (1945)—was adapted from a serial broadcast on the program, “The Decapitation of Jefferson Monk” (presented in 25 episodes from August 30-October 1, 1943…and later revived for the 1949-52 Mutual version from March 10-April 11, 1952). The other two movies, The Devil’s Mask (1946) and The Unknown (1946), were originals though they did borrow an element or two from past Morse productions (notably Unknown and “The Thing That Wouldn’t Die”).
|George Macready, Nina Foch|
I Love a Mystery is a splendid little B-movie suspenser, and even though there are those who have a beef with the brief film franchise because it never managed to completely capture the fantastical elements of the blood-and-thunder radio program I think it’s most satisfying. I don’t even mind that it wraps with one of those “Scooby Doo” endings because even when you think “it was all a simple misunderstanding” they provide a nice twist at the end. Macready is first-rate as the bewildered victim who’s just marking time before he becomes a headless dude and Nina Foch (the two of them would square off later in My Name is Julia Ross, a favorite B-pic here in the House of Yesteryear and released later that same year) delightfully dangerous as the invalid who’s not nearly as helpless as she seems. Jim Bannon does a fine job in the role played on radio by Michael Raffetto, and Barton Yarborough reprises his radio gig as Doc (he doesn’t quite match the way I’ve always pictured Long but I’m such a huge fan of Bart’s it don’t make no never mind).
Mask is a decent little B, but it’s my least favorite in the ILAM series due to the obvious identity of the murderer and the presence of the bland Michael Duane—one of those James Craig-types that always makes me scratch my head in bewilderment that he even had a movie career. (Granted, he doesn’t bump into any furniture but I’ll be damned if I can figure out what Louise’s Janet sees in him; Duane is also in two of the movies in the Whistler franchise, Secret of the Whistler  and The Return of the Whistler , that series’ swan song.) Also of interest: I’d swear the same dog guards the houses of the protagonists in both Mystery and Mask.
|The Unknown (1946)|
|Mark Roberts, Jeff Donnell, Jim Bannon & Barton Yarborough|
Monday, June 26, 2017
I had originally planned a review of an upcoming Time Life DVD release in their The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson series for this space today…but unfortunately, I ran out of weekend before I watched the last disc in the 3-DVD set. I’ll have it up on the blog Wednesday, so don’t go nipping out to the kitchen, putting the kettle on...buttering scones...or getting crumbs and bits of food out of those round brown straw mats that the teapot goes on. Once again: normal blogging will resume tomorrow. (The screen grab above is from a May 21, 1982 telecast that also featured “More to Comes” with Buster Keaton, Harry Langdon, Harold Lloyd, and Mae West.)
Friday, June 23, 2017
Well, after all the hassles with my health and the health of my computer, Thrilling Days of Yesteryear returns with our critically-acclaimed dissections of the two-reel shorts in MGM’s long-running Crime Does Not Pay series. (Spoiler: they are not critically-acclaimed.) This week’s entry, Foolproof (1936), comes to us via the team of Marty Brooks (story) and Richard Goldstone (screenwriter); both men collaborated on previous entries in the CDNP series (Alibi Racket, A Thrill for Thelma) but Goldstone had the more prolific show bidness career in that he made his way through the ranks of MGM’s shorts department as a producer (he’s credited with several Our Gang one-reelers) before graduating to feature films like The Yellow Cab Man (1950) and The Tall Target (1951). Dick later went to work for 20th Century-Fox, and in the 1960s was a producer on programs like Adventures in Paradise and Peyton Place.
Our MGM Reporter (William Tannen)—the man known cryptically as…Jim—is also back with us; they decided to stick him behind a microphone so he would look more reporter-ish. (He needs it, as you’ll learn in a few.)
JIM: A few months ago, I was seated in the office of Frederick Halliday—who is Captain of Detectives in a large middle Western city…
Even the names of the burgs have been changed to protect the innocent. The (always reliable) IMDb doesn’t technically identify the actor who portrays Cap’n Halliday, but since Alonzo Price is listed among the players I’m gambling it’s him because a) his name is also listed prominently among the cast in the entry for Foolproof in Leonard Maltin’s Selected Short Subjects, and 2) the IMDb does list his place of birth as Boston, MA (me sainted mother’s birthplace!) …and Alonzo has an accent as thick as clam chow-dah.
JIM: Captain Halliday, I’ve been sent to you to obtain a case history of crimes from your files for presentation to the motion picture public…
HALLIDAY: I think I can do better than that, Jim…the coroner’s jury is just doing an investigation of a very interesting case down the hall…maybe we can sit in on the proceedings…
“But…I’m not properly dressed!”
JIM: Fine—what case is it?
HALLIDAY: The Anderson case!
JIM: Say—that sounds like a mystery thriller…
Or something Anderson drank. Halliday and his guest are lucky to find a couple of seats up front as the inquiry gets underway. The actor playing the part of the judge at the inquest is easily identified…
…it’s Stanley Andrews, the character veteran (Meet John Doe, The Ox-Bow Incident) best remembered as “The Old Ranger” on the long-running TV western Death Valley Days. Andrews’ judge is questioning one of the major witnesses in “the Anderson case”—another TV favorite…
…George Cleveland, who played George “Gramps” Miller in the early seasons of Lassie before his passing in July of 1957. Cleveland also had plum roles in such TDOY faves as It’s in the Bag! (1945—“Compliments of the management!”) and The Wistful Widow of Wagon Gap (1947), and he turns up in the Crime Does Not Pay series often, notably in 1941’s Sucker List…which I covered previously on the blog. Here’s the thing: at the time I wrote about this short in December of 2010, Cleveland’s credit at the IMDb hilariously read: “Old Man Not Beaten Up.” I swear I’m not making this up—except if you look at the entry now, the “Not Beaten Up” portion has been removed. I don’t know if I had anything to do with this or not…if on the off-chance I do have that much influence on the Internets, I offer my sincerest mea culpa because I thought it was funny as hell.
Back to the particulars of “the Anderson case.” Cleveland, as Mr. Hanson, testifies he was mowing his front lawn when a moppet named Frances came running up to report that her mother Rita (Donrue Leighton) had been hurt. Hanson finds Mrs. A bound and gagged in the bedroom, and after untying her he runs to another room to discover her husband Frank is really most sincerely dead. (And someone’s responsible!)
The coroner identified the presence of “anesthetic in the victim’s lungs” as a contributory cause of his demise… “though not in sufficient quantity to kill him.” “Apparently the drug was administered to stupefy him…after which, the murderer strangled him,” he remarks. Further study showed that traces of that anesthetic were present on the gag in Rita’s mouth, which apparently put her out for about six hours (the marks on her wrists and ankles bear this out as well). Detective Whalen testifies further:
WHELAN: A routine checkup revealed no fingerprints—nor any other clues…Mr. Anderson’s pockets had been emptied…his watch and wallet were both missing…so were Mrs. Anderson’s jewels…all windows and doors were in perfect order, except the front door—where apparently the burglar made his entry by filing through a chain lock…
The Widder Anderson then testifies as to her version of events—she and husband Frank returned home from an evening soiree and as she prepared for bed in front of her dressing table, she was attacked by the assailant from behind and (presumably) chloroformed with the anesthetic (she doesn’t remember anything that happened afterward until Hanson came to her rescue). That screen grab above reminds me of the lyric in Tom T. Hall’s Ballad of Forty Dollars: “You know, some women do look good in black.”
The dowager who threw the affair that the Andersons attended, Mrs. Layton, is identified at the IMDb as an actress named Lelah Tyler—but you can’t tell me that’s not Esther Howard (Leonard Maltin thinks so, too). (The comments section awaits dissenters.) Anyway, Layton’s testimony reveals that there was a small disagreement during her party between Frank Anderson and a sebaceous individual named Terry Spencer (Stephen Chase), who starts to get a little handsy where Mrs. Anderson is concerned.
RITA: No, no, Terry…please…Terry, please stop…
FRANK (approaching the couple): What’s the idea, Spencer? That’s my wife…
SPENCER: Yeah…I’ve often wondered about that…
(He turns his back to Anderson)
FRANK (spinning him around): Just what do you mean?
SPENCER: I’d bet you’d like to know…or maybe you wouldn’t…
The donnybrook is just about to commence when a party guest (Niles Welch) who’s been watching the argument starts to step in and settle things…before being stopped by Rita. He’s later identified as “John Harwood,” though I should strenuously point out he is not the same guy who’s CNBC’s editor-at-large. Mrs. Layton, who describes Mr. H as “a friend of Rita’s,” assumes that’s to whom Spencer was referring when he made that cryptic “maybe you wouldn’t” statement. Judge Ranger presses her a little more, and gets her to reveal that “John thought a lot of Rita…but so did Terry Spencer!”
What amuses me about the above screen grab is that Halliday is furiously taking notes while Jim—who claims to be a “reporter”—does nothing of the sort. The first name in Halliday’s notebook, by the way, is “Spencer Walden”—the third suspect in la affaire Anderson due to his uncomfortable encounter with the victim earlier at the party:
FRANK: Why, I’ve given you enough time already…
WALDEN: But you don’t understand…I’ll be wiped out!
FRANK (finishing his drink and getting to his feet): Sorry, Walden…I didn’t come here to talk business…
…and learns that “getting that note extended” was of vital importance to Mr. Walden—providing plenty of motive for Stew to croak Frank. Walden claims he was home in bed:
|Jim will have to leave the room as soon as Halliday breaks out the oranges and pillowcase.|
HALLIDAY: Can you prove that?
WALDEN (after a pause): Certainly I can…if I’d have come home later than midnight the clerk would have seen me…I would have had to waken him to get in…
Next up is non-CNBC Washington correspondent John Harwood, who works for some sort of chemical outfit as head of the sales division. Halliday has difficulty pronouncing John’s last name due to his Boston accent; it sounds as if he’s saying “Howard” throughout most of this short.
HARWOOD: I most certainly do not…
“Well, unless you want to include the fact that I was shtupping his wife.” Johnny’s got an alibi, too—he was staying at a hotel the night of Anderson’s murder, and the next morning he went over to his company’s warehouse to supervise a shipment. When the greasy Terry Spencer is brought in for questioning, he, too, has a story—he was in a poker game at a roadhouse outside of town, one that broke up at 3:30am.
JIM: They certainly all have airtight alibis, haven’t they?
HALLIDAY: Well, I didn’t expect them to come unprepared…
Yes, I chuckled at that.
JIM: What are you going to do next?
HALLIDAY: Let’s see…I think we’ll assign a man to check on Walden…I want to find out exactly what shape his business affairs are in…as for Terry Spencer…I want to know just who he plays poker with every Sunday night…
As for “Howard,” Halliday assigns a couple of plainclothesmen, Finney and Jorgensen, to pose as salesman so that they can infiltrate Harwood’s “sales force.” Two more detectives (one a female who watches Spencer with her makeup mirror) shadow Spencer in a nightclub, where’s he witnessed paying off a couple of goombahs from a large wad o’money…
As for Walden, still another dick gets the information on Walden’s business from a mousey bookkeeper who’s told not to mention anything to the boss. Walden becomes the chief suspect after Cap’n Halliday has had a look at his records:
HALLIDAY: In going over his books, we find that his business is going to the wall…a thirty-day extension on the Anderson note might have saved him…a delay, for example—caused by Anderson’s death and the settlement of his estate…and that isn’t all…Walters reports that he’s been putting his affairs in order…it looks as if he’s going to blow town…
I'm not sure I agree with you a hundred percent on your police work there, Lou. The only thing Walden is going to blow is his brains out, a delicate little matter that Halliday stumbles upon when he and Jim (I guess he’s going out on police calls now) pay Walden a little visit at his modest digs. While it looks at first glance as if Stewie committed suicide, Halliday soon rules that out since the bullet hole was in his forehead and the Captain believes it’s a little awkward shooting yourself that way (most suicide attempts occur at the temple, he tells Jim). “Guess that’s why he was putting his affairs in order,” notes Jim inappropriately. (The Walden family is gonna love him at the funeral.) Halliday also observes that Walden was killed at nearly the same time on the same day as the unfortunate Frank Anderson—“I don’t think that’s a coincidence at all.”
So, the finger of suspicion is redirected back to Spencer and Harwood. Halliday has a funny line when talking to the detective who’s been birddogging Spencer; the dick tells him that everyone in the suspect’s poker game will swear he was there the entire time and the Captain cracks: “That don’t mean much—those guys will swear to anything.” (Terry is quite friendly with “the mob” …though that could also describe the Chamber of Commerce, to be honest.) But “Jorgy,” in conversing with Halliday, mentions that Harwood’s first stop on his sales route is in a town with an airport…and that gives Freddie an idea…
Halliday and Jim pay the Widder Anderson a visit, where the Cap’n tells Rita that they’re closing in on the man responsible for killing her husband. “I can assure you an arrest within 24 hours,” he informs her. Rita is concerned that the assailant will get away, but the cocky Halliday tells her not to fret. “He’s completely surrounded.”
He had a reason for telling her this—he now knows it’s Harwood, and he further knows that Rita was in on the caper from the beginning when she foolishly calls John to tell him to be careful and your friendly neighborhood police department has tapped her phone.
Harwood is picked up in the same fashion he utilized when he murdered Anderson and Walden. He snuck out of his hotel room and hid in the back of one of the company’s truck, covering himself with a tarp that he instructed the warehouse guys to place over the shipment beforehand. When the truck made its first stop, he exited the back of the vehicle and took a plane from the airport to Marion, where both Anderson and Walden lived. In the case of Frank, he instructed Rita that he would knock her out with the anesthetic so it would look like a home invasion—though when she’s confronted by the police she swears she had no idea John was going to send her hubby to The Happy Hunting Ground. So why did he kill Walden? “Like all criminals, you couldn’t stop at your first crime,” sneers Halliday. Just like Lays’ Potato Chips—you can’t eat just one. (Rita and John killed her husband for the insurance—the oldest game in the Big Book O’Crime.)
JIM: Rita Anderson was sentenced to twenty years in the Women’s State Penitentiary…
Presumably under the supervision of the happy-go-lucky female warden in A Thrill for Thelma.
JIM: …John Harwood is in the death house now…
When he’s not hosting Speakeasy with John Harwood on CNBC Digital.
JIM: …waiting for the law to exact the final penalty for his foolproof crime…for foolproof it was, only in the sense that it proved an ingenious criminal…a fool…
Sorry I cut this one so short this week…but my ass was starting to get numb. Next time, Crime Does Not Pay goes to the Academy Awards with the first of two Oscar-winning entries in the series, The Public Pays (1936). G’bye now!