Silent Films:

pre-team 1921-1927

Laurel and Hardy Silents 1927

Laurel and Hardy Silents 1928

Laurel and Hardy Silents 1929



Laurel and Hardy sound films
(alphabetical order):


A-Haunting We Will Go

Air Raid Wardens

Another Fine Mess

Any Old Port!

Atoll K (aka Utopia)

Babes In Toyland

Beau Hunks

Be Big!

Below Zero

Berth Marks

The Big Noise

Block-Heads

Blotto

The Bohemian Girl

Bonnie Scotland

Brats

The Bullfighters

Busy Bodies

Chickens Come Home -

The Chimp

A Chump At Oxford

Come Clean

County Hospital

The Dancing Masters

The Devil's Brother aka Fra Diavolo

Dirty Work

The Fixer Uppers

The Flying Deuces

Fra Diavolo aka The Devil's Brother

Going Bye-Bye!

Great Guns

Helpmates

Hog Wild

The Hoose-Gow

Jitterbugs

Laughing Gravy

The Laurel-Hardy Murder Case

The Live Ghost

Me And My Pal

Men O'War

The Midnight Patrol

The Music Box

Night Owls

Nothing But Trouble

Oliver The Eighth

One Good Turn

Our Relations

Our Wife

Pack Up Your Troubles

Pardon Us

Perfect Day

Saps At Sea

Scram!

Sons of the Desert

Swiss Miss

Their First Mistake

Them Thar Hills

They Go Boom!

Thicker Than Water

Tit For Tat

Towed In A Hole

Twice Two

Unaccustomed As We Are

Utopia (aka Atoll K)

Way Out West



Specials:

Cameos

Cartoons

For Love Or Mummy

Laurel and Hardy Memories

"Stan"

Oliver The Eighth

Year: 1934
Directed by: Lloyd French
Duration: 26m
DVD Availability: Try sendit.com (region 2 only)

THE funniest moment in Laurel and Hardy history? This film isn't to everyone's taste, but this bit cracks me up every time Parts of this are genuinely scary

Viewpoint:
"She fell for me like a ton of bricks."

With its attempts at the macabre and book-ending dream sequence, Oliver the Eighth is almost a reworking of The Laurel-Hardy Murder Case from four years previously. This is better though. For one thing, even though it's only three minutes shorter, it feels much tighter and constructed. Plus, Lloyd French's direction is more assured and the whole thing has a genuinely unsettling undertone. In fact, with five shorts under his belt, including The Midnight Patrol and Busy Bodies, there's a case to be had that French was the most adept with the format.

The nonsense wordplay normally given entirely to Stan is here in evidence, with Jack Barty as a deceptively insane butler. However, "nice weather we had tomorrow" acts more as a sinister threat than surrealist absurdity in this context. Yet while nominally a very straight and creepy movie with Ollie as the central figure, there's still plenty of great work from Stan, who helps to provide the film's lighter touches. If it's laughs you're after, then this isn't the most traditionally humorous Stan and Ollie vehicle, yet Stan's garbled response to "tell me that again" is a delight. The idiocy of a man who goes down the street for a shave when he owns his own barbershop is a joke subtly slipped in to the narrative, while the revelation of the shop sale is hilarious. "Well," says Stan, holding what is very obviously a house brick wrapped up, "I didn't exactly sell it, I swapped it." He then goes on, with perfect timing, to unwrap it, the brick being appropriately painted and a sticker on the side reading "solid gold." He then goes on to produce some nuts which he was given "for good measure". Ollie's six seconds worth of double-takes throughout seem like an eternity as his eyes burn through the screen. My housemate told me they could actually hear my laughter all the way through the house at this point, a classic exchange.

There's some intelligent ideas at work, too: Ollie constructs Stan his very own Sword of Damocles (with a candle and the aforementioned brick!) while Stan debates the logic of dreams within dreams, cleverly presaging the film's own closing theme. It's also quite terrifying for youngsters, with a kitchen knife actually being pressed against Ollie's throat. If we really want to read into this, we can argue that the sharpening of two knives is a symbol for wishing to castrate, not garrotte, Hardy, both stars having divorces and alimony behind them at this stage. Their attempted salvation by joining each other in bed is yet more fuel for the homosexual theorists.

Like Below Zero or, to a lesser extent, Our Relations, Oliver the Eighth is a work that tries to be more than a typical L & H vehicle and has higher standards of artistry. Though not without its own humour or charm, this is a genuinely chilling entry that acts a perfect complement to their more obviously funny pieces...




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