Hoopla

Hoopla is a talkie remake of The Barker, a famous play of the day that was made into a hit silent/part-talkie starring Betty Compson (Oscar nomination) who played Carrie while Dorothy Mackaill played Lou. Here Bow plays the lead role of Lou, a good-time carnival girl who, on a bet, chases after the boss' innocent son only to fall in love. Bow is remarkable in her final film and follow-up to the sensational Call Her Savage (1932). Her vitality and sexuality jump off the screen and make her very contemporary. She's also a fine actress, able to jump from comedy to drama easily. She rivaled Jean Harlow in her ability to make audience like tramps. As the hoochie koochie dancer, Bow gets to do a couple of numbers. Her final costume is a doozie. The cast is quite good. Hunky Preston Foster is wonderful as the boss and father of the innocent boy. He's aged about 10 year but carries the part well. Minna Gombell as Carrie, Florence Roberts as the fortune teller, James Gleason, Herbert Mundin are good, but Richard Cromwell is a bit gooey. If not for personal problems, Clara Bow could have had a great career in talkies. Too bad.

Carnival manager and barker Preston Foster (Nifty) is going with Minna Gombell (Carrie). When his son Richard Cromwell (Chris) shows up on summer break from law school, Carrie gets the air since Nifty wants to keep his son away from the evil influences of carney life and people. Carrie then pays Clara Bow (Lou) to seduce the son in revenge, but she falls for him.

Nice carney atmosphere but few carnival acts besides Clara Bow's 'Egyptian' dancing. Her costume working the Chicago Worlds Fair midway shows even more of Clara Bow then her nude swim.

A brazen fairground dancer finds herself falling for the son of the show's manager after accepting $100 to make him fall for her. Clara Bow's final movie sees her give a winning performance, even though her brassy showgirl is no romantic fit for Richard Cromwell's wet-behind-the-ears youth. The movie starts out strongly, but becomes increasingly formulaic as its story unfolds. Worth watching just to see the fat lady being loaded onto the train!

Despite lucrative offers from the big studios, Clara Bow had already decided to quit the movies by the time she made this. With CALL HER SAVAGE she had proven she was a good actress so just went through the motions with this to fulfil her contract.

Fox Film didn't seem to know what they were doing in 1933 other than to try anything to keep going and make money. They bought the rights to a successful play called The Barker starring Walter Huston as a carnival barker. That play also had Claudette Colbert in a minor role as a tarty carnival dancer who seduces the barker's son and Fox switched the emphasis from focusing on the barker to the dancer so they could showcase, for the last time their cash cow, Clara Bow.

The revised story still allowed the character of the father, played with empathy and emotion by Preston Foster to develop into a real person whom you can care about. Apparently Fox tried to get Walter Huston to reprise his role from the stage production; had that come off, this may have turned out to be something very special but Foster does a reasonable job. His role however was diluted by the greater screen time given to Clara Bow. That whiffed a little of desperation by having their star constantly undressing and putting her in the scantiest of scanty outfits. They were getting their money's worth from her before she retired to live on her husband's ranch in the mid-west. Whilst one one hand it's a shame to see how she allowed herself to exploited for blatant titillation, it has to be admitted that her final 'Snake Hips' outfit is the stuff that young men's and indeed old men's dreams are made of.

The story might have worked as a play but not as a film. It's impossible to believe that any of this nonsense could happen. It's also impossible to believe that anyone as wet and pathetic as the son character could exist, let alone that Clara Bow's firecracker character could fall in love with such an utter drip.

It's sad that after CALL HER SAVAGE, in which she was fantastic, Fox didn't give her something as good to go out on instead of this. HOOPLA isn't a bad film, it's made well, acted well but hardly a fitting end for such an icon of cinema.

The extraordinarily fortuitous fact of being an existant does beguile and entrance us all into the illusion of a vibrant and eternal immortality. Thus Clara Bow in HOOPLA. Time illumines our vibrancy, then by a thousand surreptitious cuts does eventually slay each of us diminution by infinitesimal diminution. Thus did time to the irrepressible Clara Bow.