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Anarchy and really bad puns
Jun. 17th, 2008 02:06 pmJust like the final movie scene, the prince will find his perfect queen
The hero always saves the world, the villains get what they deserve
The boy will always get the girl
When I am king
So I like Zeppo. Want to make something of it?
It's a bit sad about Zeppo, really. His only crime was being a Marx brother without a gimmick and a funny costume. He had a pleasant singing voice, a knack for comedy and wasn't too hard on the eyes (if a little strange-looking), but of course he couldn't compete with Groucho, Harpo and Chico in sheer recognizability. It seems his major task in the movies was setting up jokes for Groucho.
Which is why I liked Monkey business possibly a little more than I would have otherwise, because in it he is an equal to the others. While he does his romantic subplot bit, he's as anarchistic and zany as his brothers, and it really works.
Groucho is really in top form in this one (because who am I kidding, really, of course I watch the movies for Groucho's wit). Wrestling around with Thelma Todd on a sofa, leering innuendos, I'm glad that passed the censors in 1931. The truly astonishing thing with that scene, though, was that the Norwegian subtitles translated a pun to an entirely different pun, it was just as funny.
( He's got more women than you can shake a stick at, if that's your idea of a good time )
Anyway, that's enough about the Marx brothers (I didn't mention Gummo, but then again, what is there to say about Gummo?). Today Norway celebrates our famous poet Henrik Wergeland, who would have been two hundred years today if he had been immortal or a Timelord or a vampire. Sadly he wasn't, but we'll celebrate him all the same.
Tiny and me are going to go out and join the festivites as soon as she's off work.
The hero always saves the world, the villains get what they deserve
The boy will always get the girl
When I am king
So I like Zeppo. Want to make something of it?
It's a bit sad about Zeppo, really. His only crime was being a Marx brother without a gimmick and a funny costume. He had a pleasant singing voice, a knack for comedy and wasn't too hard on the eyes (if a little strange-looking), but of course he couldn't compete with Groucho, Harpo and Chico in sheer recognizability. It seems his major task in the movies was setting up jokes for Groucho.
Which is why I liked Monkey business possibly a little more than I would have otherwise, because in it he is an equal to the others. While he does his romantic subplot bit, he's as anarchistic and zany as his brothers, and it really works.
Groucho is really in top form in this one (because who am I kidding, really, of course I watch the movies for Groucho's wit). Wrestling around with Thelma Todd on a sofa, leering innuendos, I'm glad that passed the censors in 1931. The truly astonishing thing with that scene, though, was that the Norwegian subtitles translated a pun to an entirely different pun, it was just as funny.
( He's got more women than you can shake a stick at, if that's your idea of a good time )
Anyway, that's enough about the Marx brothers (I didn't mention Gummo, but then again, what is there to say about Gummo?). Today Norway celebrates our famous poet Henrik Wergeland, who would have been two hundred years today if he had been immortal or a Timelord or a vampire. Sadly he wasn't, but we'll celebrate him all the same.
Tiny and me are going to go out and join the festivites as soon as she's off work.
