Should Men Walk Home?

Mabel Normand, one of the silent screen's greatest comediennes, made her last films for producer Hal Roach in the late 1920s. By the time she arrived at the Roach lot Mabel's reputation and career had been damaged by two major scandals and a lot of whispered innuendo. She had a substance abuse problem and her health was poor. It would seem that she was not in the best position to create great comedy, and yet, despite the odds, she nonetheless managed to rise to the occasion and produce some surprisingly enjoyable work. Mabel's debut for Roach, Raggedy Rose, is fairly entertaining but far more sentimental than anything she did back in Keystone days. There Mabel was cast as a Cinderella type, an exploited drudge who toils in a sweat-shop. It's safe to assume that this approach was the studio's strategy to counter their new star's negative personal publicity by generating audience sympathy for her. Mabel's next short The Nickel-Hopper was more fun, though the leading lady was once again cast sympathetically as an under-appreciated working stiff who supports her family. But Should Men Walk Home? marked a new approach entirely: here there's no effort to tug at our heartstrings: this is an unapologetic, freewheeling romp with lots of great gags, a strong supporting cast and a steady procession of comic set-pieces.

Mabel plays an out-and-out crook, a "Girl Bandit," no less, who might remind some viewers of Miriam Hopkins' character in the 1932 classic Trouble in Paradise. And like Hopkins she quickly hooks up with a male partner in crime, in this case a Gentleman Crook played by perpetually grinning Creighton Hale. Mabel seems a little livelier in this film than in some of her other late works. In the very first scene we find her hitch-hiking, and she's forced to make a mad dash for cover when a car nearly hits her. (The scene was under-cranked, but she looks pretty nimble even so.) Soon they team up, and crash a swanky party in a mansion to steal a jewel from the host's safe. The host has hired a dim-witted private detective to guard the goods, a nice juicy role for character actor Eugene Palette. The detective is aware almost immediately that these two are up to no good, but he doesn't eject them . . . because then we wouldn't have much of a movie, would we? Instead he tries to out-wit them, and when they succeed in getting the goods from the safe the game is on. From that point forward, our lovable crooks struggle to hide the jewel, find it again, hide it, and elude the cop.

One of the comic high-points involves an elaborate, grotesque indoor fountain decorated with cherubs which bear a striking resemblance to Creighton Hale. When he dives into the water to recover the jewel there are underwater shots that suggest the fountain is as deep as an Olympic-sized pool; and when he surfaces, a comedy routine unfolds in which Hale must try to fool the cop into thinking that he is one of the cherubs. (Hale's struggle to keep a straight face in this sequence appears to be quite genuine.) The bit was later developed into a more elaborate routine for the Roach Studio's 1928 comedy Early to Bed, starring Laurel & Hardy. And speaking of L&H, Oliver Hardy makes a brief but memorable appearance in this film as a party guest who repeatedly attempts to get a glass of punch, only to be thwarted by Mabel, by Hale, and finally by himself. Ollie makes a strong impression, but Mabel is very much the star of the show. When we compare this film to her early Keystone work it's apparent that her style became ever more nuanced with the passage of time; by this point she could get laughs with just a raised eyebrow or a puckered look of exasperation.

Perhaps if Mabel Normand had kept her health and continued working in the movies this sort of role (i.e. the crook with the heart of gold) might have held possibilities for further development. Sadly, however, this was one of her last films: she died of tuberculosis only three years later at the age of 37. There's no sign of any difficulty or impending trouble behind the scenes as we watch this sprightly two- reel comedy. Should Men Walk Home? has a breezy tone that is poignant only in retrospect.

This film would certainly benefit from restoration. As any Mabel Normand fan knows, much of her comedy came from facial expressions, so the blurry copy makes it impossible to appreciate her full performance. The same goes for Oliver Hardy who is actually unrecognizable in this print. That said, the physical comedy is good, with some clever gags. A highlight is Normand's confrontation with Hardy. They even breath some life into the old chase from room to room gag. Hale makes a nice partner for Normand. The final gag would be "borrowed" by the Marx Brothers, even down to Harpo pretending to check for rain, the way Normand does in this film. The pace is nice and brisk, thanks to McCarey's direction. The best of Normand's surviving Roach films and an above average two-reeler for the period.

Just three years after making this two reel comedy Mabel Normand was dead at the age of 37; but although visibly older and gaunter than in her babyfat days with Sennett she here makes a lithe and attractive flapper equipped with a delirious range of comical facial expressions and still very nimble on her feet, frequently resembling Harry Langdon in drag.

An enthusiastic supporting cast is headed by Eugene Palette as a house detective wearing a small moustache and a sheriff's badge that make him resemble Fred Kelsey; while in one sequence Mabel's partner in crime Creighton Hale seems genuinely unable to keep a straight face. The icing on the cake is a priceless scene between Mabel and a boyish-looking Oliver Hardy in which to his mounting panic she keeps deliberately spilling his drink.

Mabel Normand's next to last movie stars Mabel and Creighton Hale as a couple of dim-witted thieves, outwitting the even more dim-witted Eugene Palette and terrorizing Oliver Hardy in a very good cameo appearance -- it's wonderful to watch Mr. Hardy's beautifully timed comic reaction and lets you know that he was a great comic actor even without Mr. Laurel.

The jokes in this one are pretty good -- the same fountain gag would be repeated the next year in the L&H EARLY TO BED and it's interesting to watch the contrast in comic styles: Mr. Hale models himself on Harry Langdon, while Mabel goes for the big action sort of comedy that she learned in her Sennet days, and they both work. But Mabel is clearly getting a little pudgy and rubber-faced by this point. Although it's probably the best of her Roach shorts, it makes me sad to realize that this beautiful young girl would be dead in three years. Ay, wheel. It's pretty funny.