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They did, however, inspire the
most famous play of the second half of the 20th century —
Beckettt’s "Waiting for Godot", a Laurel and Hardy
sketch transformed into an existential fable. In his 1955
Observer review of the first English production, Ken Tynan
thought they would be "the ideal casting" as Vladimir
and Estragon.
The careers of
Arthur Stanley Jefferson, as he was known until 1917, and
Norvell Hardy, as he was called until around 1919, began an
ocean apart. Nearly 200 pages of Simon Louvish’s fascinating
joint biography have passed before their paths briefly cross in
Hollywood in 1921, and it takes a further 50 pages for them to
become partners.
Stanley was
born in Lancashire in 1890 and he took to the boards early on.
The Todmorden Herald reported of the 19-year-old Stan that he
was "a first-rate comedian and dancer, and his
eccentricities create roars of laughter". But he was not a
star, and when he first went to the USA in 1910 with Fred Karno’s
troupe (sharing a cabin and hotel rooms with Charlie Chaplin),
he found no immediate success and soon returned home.
Born in 1892,
Hardy was a southerner from Georgia, whose hotelier father died
when Ollie was a few months old and whose mother continued to
manage hotels. A gifted singer, he developed skills as an
entertainer to divert other boys from mocking his obesity (200lb
at 15). He entered show business as a small-town picture-house
projectionist and, at 22, started on a movie career in Florida
where he appeared in 270 films as "Babe Hardy" and was
advertised as "the funniest fat comedian in the
world".
Louvish rightly
attaches considerable importance to the fact that both Hardy and
Laurel worked at different times with the great, short-lived
silent star Larry Semon, whose simpleton persona was involved in
highly destructive gags. But it was in the comedy "Lucky
Dog", a production by "Bronco Billy" Anderson
that the pair first performed together, and it was through Hal
Roach’s Studio, where they were both contract performers, that
the partnership was forged.
Once they had
established themselves as the slight, pale-faced Mr Laurel and
the vast, rubicund Mr Hardy, they never varied their personas
and kept their names on screen. They had the good fortune to
have a regular team of gifted collaborators on both sides of the
camera that included the great Leo McCarey as director and the
brilliant comic straight men James Finlayson and Edgar Kennedy
in support. They had in Roach a stern taskmaster who kept them
steadily at work for a decade from 1927 to the late thirties
with no hiatus caused by the coming of sound.
As well as
making a confident transition from silence to sound, they moved
easily into the Depression, catching the mood of the time as
down and outs always eager to work, however ineffectually, in
"One Good Turn" and "Below Zero". Their
greatest, most perfect movie, the Oscar-winning "The Music
Box", came in 1932, a version of the myth of Sisyphus
rendered as comedy in which they attempt to deliver a crate
containing a player piano up a steep flight of steps.
The decreasing
demand for short films forced them into feature-length pictures,
which worked fitfully and lacked the finesse of the shorts,
though a couple of them –- "Sons of the Desert" and
"Way Out West" — are magnificent. All featured their
childlike adventures with, as the shrewd American critic Walter
Kerr put it: "Hardy as discreet but firm aggressor, and
Laurel as deferential, if stunned tag-along".
Louvish sums up
the ever hopeful philosophy thus:" If at first you don’t
succeed, fail, fail again". The pair’s private lives were
much less interesting than their professional ones. Both were
womanisers and heavy drinkers, whose succession of disastrous
marriages and affairs made for steamy newspaper stories over the
years. Laurel seems to have spent his spare time working on gags
and scripts. Hardy was a dedicated Mason, a serious golfer and
inveterate gambler.
Their last days were troubled
by money problems, law suits and ill-health. But their European
tours in the post-war years attracted immense crowds and at the
time of their deaths (Ollie in 1957, Stan in 1965) their cult
status was established. Stan’s last words were a joke, pulling
the leg of the nurse who was giving him an injection.
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