Greenbriar's Arbuckle Arc
Again I confess to Fatty Fixation. No silent tragi-comedy engages me half so much. What happened to Roscoe was uniquely awful --- a world's adulation one day, its anathema the next. Everyone here knows the story. Beloved comedian Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle turns down a 1921 Labor Day boating invite from Buster Keaton in order to revel hearty with H'wood pals at Frisco's
What I'm about today is not dredging up familiar history. A chance find among scrapbooks did, however, reveal one town loosening its Arbuckle embrace as scandal's imprint spread across the land. Word traveled fast even in 1921. Roscoe saw fame evaporate within weeks of the incident, replaced by infamy to last longer.
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It was that way everywhere. Towns large and small cancelled Arbuckle playdates. The
The Law Closing In On Roscoe in Crazy To Marry --- Soon Enough They'd Do So In Real Life |
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John, watch for the new Arbuckle set next year. Production resumes following the release of CineMuseum's THE MACK SENNETT COLLECTION: 100 YEARS OF KEYSTONE COMEDY, part of which will be airing on TCM throughout the month of September.
Re today's photo: It's fun to imagine a bunch of intelligent adults sitting through "Master of the World" and thinking, "This is educational. And there's no sex!"
I am sort of fond of this one. You're never sure if it's a merely a cheap but clever knockoff of "20,000 Leagues" or a potentially excellent movie torpedoed by a too-tight budget and whimsical set design.
Dan Mercer remembers a Roscoe Arbuckle encounter from fifty years ago ...
It was about 50 years ago when I first saw a movie starring Roscoe “Fatty” Arbuckle. My Mom and Dad had driven back to Gary, Indiana from New Jersey with my sister and me to see their folks, and while we were there, we made a trip into Chicago to visit the great Chicago Museum of Science and Industry. One of the exhibits was the recreation of a turn of the century street, paved with cobblestones on which were parked several carriages, both horsed and horseless, and with various shops and stores lining either side of it. We could look through the windows of a general store to see a counter and shelves with canned goods and bolts of cloth piled on them, a drug store stocked with the patent remedies of the time, and a milliner’s shop, with a dummy in the window wearing the latest styles of 1916. There was also a nicklelodean, the one building in the exhibit we could actually enter, because an old-time movie was being shown there every hour, Fatty Arbuckle and Mabel Normand starring in "Fatty and Mabel Adrift." I’m sure that it was intended as a quaint example of what our grandparents found entertaining, but I’d already fallen in love with silent films, having watched the Ernie Kovacs’ hosted television program, "Silents Please" the summer before, at least when it wasn’t preempted by some brohaha at the United Nations between the United States and the Soviet Union. There were no such interruptions at this show and I thought it was great fun, rickey-tickey piano and all. Fatty was an amazing balloon of a man, Mabel a petite and adorable counterpoint, the Keystone Kops hapless, and everyone was saved at the end by Luke the Dog. But that was just about the last time I saw Arbuckle on film. Of course, I caught glimpses of him from time to time, in Brownlow’s "Hollywood" series or excerpts from some of the two-reelers he made with Buster Keaton, but for the most part he was a literary figure for me. The scandal that ended his career seemed much bigger than the career itself, whether in David Yallop’s "The Day the Laughter Stopped" or one of the more grotesque episodes of Kenneth Anger’s "Hollywood Babylon." And yet I also read how the great comedians of the time loved and respected his work, Keaton especially. So of course, I’d very much want to see some of his movies, and since I’ve already become acquainted with the strange, strange universe of Harry Langdon, it seems inevitable that Fatty Arbuckle will be next. Perhaps there will be a certain resonance to watching "Fatty and Mabel Adrift" again, as though in the vividness of my memories I’ll find myself growing younger as I grow older, and Fatty will once more be the clown of my boyhood.
Daniel
If anyone at the Warner Archive is reading, please release the six Roscoe Arbuckle Vitaphone two-reelers on DVD. And if John is reading, I'd welcome your take on the Vitaphones.
Scott, there isn't a group of shorts I'd rather see released on DVD than the Arbuckle Vitaphones. I'm told they are forthcoming ... it can't be soon enough.
The last I heard about the Arbuckle Vitaphones, they're definitely planned for Warner Archive, but the company has been waiting to give the shorts new transfers rather than simply releasing their current "off the shelf" transfers, which were done at least a couple of decades ago when Turner was transferring everything in the vaults they could get their hands on.
I wonder if many of the writers/commentators of Arbuckle's fall address this issue. Without exception they view this sad event through the eyes of our modern society:
Turn back the clock to 1920s American society. Back then the majority attended church every week, said grace at every meal, waited for marriage for physical intimacy and pretty much had carry-over values from America's founding fathers.
Based on the 1920s movie magazines I've read, Hollywood was considered (by the older adult population then) a den of vice, libertine women, cocaine fiends, and adulterers.
When this story broke, it just confirmed all these suspicions among "decent people" thus leading to the ostracism of this great comedian from the public eye.
It is indeed a sad commentary when we turn the pages over to the 60s, 70s and up to 2012 when a remnant of "decent people" (who own a restaurant chain) holding those same unchanging right-and-wrong Christian values can comment on gay marriage and receive the same demonization and public disdain that Fatty Arbuckle suffered in the 1920s.
How far lower will our society descend before, like Rome, it falls?
Just as sad, if not sadder, is that a woman who was not only an actress, but also a respected model AND clothing designer - whose only "crime" was that she perhaps embraced sexual liberation none too wisely - had to be tarnished as a scheming larcenous whore by Arbuckle's defenders. She wasn't an angel, but Virginia Rappe deserved better... and let's not forget that SHE'S the one who died of a ruptured bladder.
An interview with Joan Myers, probably the one trustworthy expert on Ms. Rappe, is found here: http://www.altfg.com/blog/actors/fatty-arbuckle-virginia-rappe-trial-scandal/
William Randolph Hearst said that while Arbuckle was a good friend whom he personally knew to be innocent of all charges the Hearst papers sold more papers over Arbuckle's scandal than over anything else.
Too bad some of the money earned was not put towards informing the American public the man they saw as a monster wasn't.
Speaking of Hearst, was there not a private trust-fund set-up, to which all the major moguls of the time contributed, for Arbuckle?
My question for Michael Hayde is whatever happened to Joan Myers' book on the Fatty Arbuckle scandal?
I read the extensive, and outstanding interview with Joan Myers, who seems to have really done her homework.
I looked over at Amazon and can find no trace of her Arbuckle book which I would scarf up in a moment's notice.
I suspect Roscoe 'Fatty' Arbuckle was not completely innocent or guilt-free in Virginia Rappe's death.
I remember reading an interview in an issue of Sam Rubin's "Classcic Film Collector" in the early 1970's with Minta Durfee Arbuckle (Roscoe's surviving divorced wife). She painted Fatty as a saintly fool and then went on to character assassinate the deceased Ms. Rappe in the most graphic terms possible!
I hope you all keep covering this Hollywood mystery and scandal!!!
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