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The Fatal Glass of Beer |
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Director: Clyde Bruckman
Mack Sennett Comedies, 1933 |
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| 18 minutes | August 2008 | ||||||||||
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In a prelude, in his gold prospector's cabin in the cold Far Northwest, Fields sings lugubriously to a Canadian Mountie of the evil effects of beer on a young man: Once upon the sidewalk, Shifting through the pseudo-mythical wintry landscape to his home cabin, we meet Fields' wife and witness the return of their long-absent son. This main section is based on "The Stolen Bonds"; it is a series of frozen cliches daggered like icicles into other frozen cliches of stage and screen. The characters play the melodrama to the deadpanned hilt. A memorable recurring gag has Fields opening his cabin door to the Yukon winter, declaiming "It ain't a fit night out for man nor beast!", and promptly getting hit in the face with a bucketful of obviously fake snow. James Curtis, in his thorough biography W. C. Fields, says that The Fatal Glass of Beer was both a critical and audience failure upon release, and "seventy years later it remains an acquired taste." Sometimes distance gives a more relaxed perspective to both critics and audiences. I cannot tell how I may have reacted in 1933, but in recent years I've watched The Fatal Glass of Beer multiple times, and find it funny each time.
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© 2008 Robert Wilfred Franson |
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