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My devotion to the Film Forum's "Breadlines and Champagne" festival of 1930s movies continues apace. Last night, it was Al Jolson in HALLELUJAH! I'M A BUM, a strange and oddly engaging musical, and a collection of Vitaphone shorts.
The Film Forum runs such a collection, provided by the Vitaphone Project, every couple of years, and they're always a delight.
One of the highights of last night's offerings was a Roy Smeck short in which he played four numbers -- one on lap guitar, one on banjo, and two great ones on ukulele. It was my wife's first exposure to Smeck, and she loved him.
But my favorites are always Shaw and Lee, a vaudeville comedy act featuring two deadpan comics. I don't recall the title of last night's short, but there was one joke that fits this forum very well.
Shaw and Lee are trying to gain entrance to a tony nightclub, but the doorman is wary of letting them in, piping right away that they're not members of the upper crust to whom the club is trying to appeal.
At one point, he bops one of the boys (Shaw or Lee? I can't keep them straight) on the head, smashing in the crown of his bowler.
At which point the other comic quips, "He turned your Stetson into a Knox!"
A little hat humor for a Friday morning (it's Friday morning here in NYC, in any case)...
The Film Forum runs such a collection, provided by the Vitaphone Project, every couple of years, and they're always a delight.
One of the highights of last night's offerings was a Roy Smeck short in which he played four numbers -- one on lap guitar, one on banjo, and two great ones on ukulele. It was my wife's first exposure to Smeck, and she loved him.
But my favorites are always Shaw and Lee, a vaudeville comedy act featuring two deadpan comics. I don't recall the title of last night's short, but there was one joke that fits this forum very well.
Shaw and Lee are trying to gain entrance to a tony nightclub, but the doorman is wary of letting them in, piping right away that they're not members of the upper crust to whom the club is trying to appeal.
At one point, he bops one of the boys (Shaw or Lee? I can't keep them straight) on the head, smashing in the crown of his bowler.
At which point the other comic quips, "He turned your Stetson into a Knox!"
A little hat humor for a Friday morning (it's Friday morning here in NYC, in any case)...