À Paris tous les deux

Bob Hope was, without a doubt, at the height of his film comedy popularity from 1939 through 1951. All of his films were pretty successful, and his cowardly, smart-aleck hit the right notes. His best notes were shared with Bing Crosby and Dorothy Lamour, but he did well on his own in films like "Where's There's Life", "Monsieur Beaucaire", and "The Princess and the Pirate". The last good films in this series were "My Favorite Spy" and "The Lemon Drop Kid".

Then something happens. It is only beginning to be understood, for Hope's death last year sort of opened some hidden or shut doors. One thing that comes out is his (for want of a better term) "schizzoid" point of view regarding film acting. He saw Bing had won a best actor Oscar for "Going My Way" and could not understand why Bing did it and Bob could not. That Bing was better at straight acting than Bob never entered his mind. Hope felt that his writers could find a script for him that opened the door to an Oscar nomination (and, with luck, Oscar selection). If you notice in his best films there are moments when the writers and Hope do struggle to make his character rise to the surface on the plot line. But these moments are always brief - immediately he makes some snippy, "funny" comment that undercuts it. The reason comes out in his "schizoid" point of view. Hope could not stand leaving any dialog without a humorist zinger to cap it off. Imagine Lawrence Olivier as Hamlet or Othello or MacBeth, topping off a soliloquy with an old jest (possibly from "Joe Miller's Joke Book") and you can approximate this problem. The jokes were usually funny, but they deflated the dramatic moments in the films.

After 1951 Hope still made movies, but his attention was now increasingly involved with television (radio was passing its peak years as THE home entertainment source). He still hoped to get that one elusive part. And to be fair to Hope his three best performances are in the 1950s after 1951: "The Seven Little Foys", "Beau James", "That Certain Feeling". The latter two are probably the best, with the biography of Mayor Walker actually tapping into his film personae almost perfectly for the dapper, funny, seemingly shallow Mayor. "That Certain Feeling" actually gave him a part where his smart alecky comments were compensated in the plot by his having psychological problems (an inferiority complex) and a rival (a superb George Sanders) to play off against (and in this case with - Sanders gives as good as he gets). Hope never rose above these two films (these three with "Foys").

But Hope was approaching the end of his run of movie success with these three films. There had been signs of this even earlier. When he played opposite Hedy Lamarr in "My Favorite Spy", he met a type he was unused to in leading ladies. Most of his leading ladies were easy going and willing to let him carry the comedy for them (such as Virginia Mayo in "The Princess and the Pirate"). In Dorothy Lamour's case in the "Road" films she let Bob and Bing handle the comedy. With Lamarr he found a Hollywood star who insisted on equal time. When you see the film today it is very funny, and Lamarr never had as openly humorous a role in a film. But most of her footage ended up on the cutting room floor. Lamarr was quite angry about that, and never forgave Hope (and never appeared on any of his television specials, as other leading ladies of his did).

In 1955 Hope stumbled again, doing a "Ninotchka" imitation called "The Iron Petticoat". It co-starred Katherine Hepburn. It makes one's eyes blink to see Hepburn's name opposite Hope - most of his leading ladies (even Oscar winners like Joan Fontaine) were not in Hepburn's league. Imagine Oliver Hardy romancing Joan Crawford or Greta Garbo in one of the Laurel and Hardy films. The same casting problem emerges (no problem if he romances Thelma Todd or Mae Busch though). Hope probably thought it was a great casting coup. This film pops up occasionally on British television (it was made in England), but has never appeared here. Both stars died last year, and I wonder if they both pressured American television not to show it. Hepburn, a gifted all around actress, probably did a good job. My guess is Hope tried to do to her what had succeeded with Lamarr. But Hepburn was bigger than Lamarr and it did not work. So, if my suspicion is correct, you really get two films, one starring Hope, one of Hepburn, tacked together. Hepburn, by the way, never showed up on a Hope special either. I wonder if she was even asked.

Then came this disaster.

I watched it once in the 1960s. It was incomprehensible to me, and given what films I had seen with Hope I wondered what had happened to him. Fernandel remained a total mystery for me, but I have seen him in some French films since, so I know he could act and perform very nicely. The plot was like half a dozen other plots reused over and over by Hope's writers - a brash coward is accidentally twisted into a criminal/spy conspiracy. The only thing I recall was that Preston Sturges' appearance as Serge Vitry was unique and short. I think that Hope may have hired him for the cameo because one of Hope's first big successes in movies was as Kidley, the hypochondriac millionaire in "Never Say Die", which Sturges wrote. But that point aside, this film was a bomb - the first really bad film in Hope's career and the one that pointed to the string of loser films of the 1960s and 70s.

Actually this Bob Hope movie is better than my review's title-caption indicates--I just couldn't resist using it, though the description is partially accurate. Well, where to begin? I just finished watching this film for the first time in at least 25 years, not recalling much about it, only a little, vaguely. "Holiday" generally is amusing, featuring Hope at his suavest and most appealing, in terms of his physical demeanor and comic-style . He's very smooth in this, as well as fashionably-dressed, quite a pleasure to watch both in his bodily movements and facial expressions. Although some aging is apparent, circa 1958, he remains at this time in his career still quite youthful-looking and energetic. The storyline is confusing and unfocused, mostly lost in the meandering goings-on. When circumstances dictate certain revelations and explanations, the movie becomes totally stagnant and extremely talky, with little-to-no-humor. What humor there is at these moments of verbal plot-exposition is in the way of small touches, i.e., facial expressions conveying this or that, mix-ups over language-translations, etc.--mildy amusing at most but not overly funny. I believe Hope's theory behind this personally-supervised film of his, simply was an attempt to capitalize on popular espionage films of the Cold War era, giving it a comical American-spin with Hope at the center of events, as he'd done before. However, on this go-round, he was trying to turn it into an extravaganza, cramming in way too much stuff, the movie running far longer than the plot, or comedy-potential, merits. Filmed in Technirama, "Holiday" probably was an attempt to compete with TV, to get audiences into theaters, as so many "big" movies of that decade attempted--all the lavish epics, wide-screen effects, etc. This was Ol' Ski-Noses' attempt at really "big comedy", something not truly achieved until the 60's with huge, splashy vehicles like "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World", "The Great Race", ""The Pink Panther", etc.--films with extensively star-heavy, popular casts, and which exhibited wit, style, and "big", delightfully funny comedy-concepts. None of these huge 60's comedy-movies relied on a single comic-star, like Hope, on which they'd succeed or fail. I'm a huge Hope fan but eventually even I got a little restless and slightly bored with the story, which just seemed to wander on and on--some scenes, even humorous ones, moving at a sluggish snail's pace. Fernandel adds very little to the movie, with very sporadic brief exceptions, and neither does Ekberg. Their marquee-names and presences are largely meaningless today. Martha Hyer, though, always classy, is fine as the State Dept. official whom Hope pursues without much success till late in the film. Bob's lines are pretty good, a few topically-dated, but not many. Several are quite funny indeed. The majority still work as they're primarily situational. While Hope's ambitions with "Holiday" are to be commended, it was just too much to expect for him to carry the entire movie on his name-recognition and popularity alone. Fernandel probably was meant to help carry the burden in this regard but his lack of English cancelled out much of this aspect. Ekberg no longer seems terribly awesome in terms of the kind of dated, statuesque, European sex-appeal she once represented. Although Hope has many lines of sexual-innuendo and double-entendres, no doubt considered cringe-worthy to modern-day women, I imagine many females of the current-era nevertheless would find Bob's cute and harmless lines in this regard to actually be quite funny, spoken in his uniquely delightful way, as this type of male-female humor in contemporary movies and society has totally vanished. Bob's suggestively-impish quips re: attractive women are like a breath of fresh air! Finally, then, what is one to make of "Paris Holiday"? Well, this movie, despite its plot and structural-flaws, remains a treat for admirers of Bob like me. He's a joy and delight to watch and listen to, just as much as ever. Throughout the film, he's engaged and "in-the-moment". There's no sense of boredom, embarassment, simply doing it for a paycheck, or indications that he knows "Paris" is going to be a flop. He performs confidently and most-engagingly in every scene he's in, which is almost all! There genuinely are funny lines and moments but the movie goes on too long, to no real purpose--the espionage/counterfeiting angle is totally muddled and forgettable even while watching, with Fernandel diluting what could've been swifter-pacing and sharper comedy overall. The helicopter-chase finale is wacky and funny but is over-milked, eventually, though regrettably, becoming rather tiresome, though Bob pulls it off with wry, wise-cracking aplomb. I'd say, in conclusion, "Paris Holiday" is for dedicated Hope fans only, such as myself. It won't thrill but manages still mostly to please--an overlong, largely incoherent attempt at late 50's, TV-competitive, "big comedy".

Bob Hope takes a ship to France. He plans to buy the American rights to playwright Preston Sturges' latest movie. On board he meets Fernandel, with whom he bonds, and embassy officer Martha Hyer, whom he pursues. Sturges, it turns out, is not interested in selling his latest, serious work. Instead, he is murdered, and Hope is wanted as a witness. But now the mysterious people who killed Sturges are after Hope. Assassin Anita Ekberg doesn't wish to kill him. Instead, she deposits him in an insane asylum.

Although Fernandel is credited as co-star, it's a Bob Hope movie all the way. His quips fall flat; in the early sequences, he is offering them to himself, and the lack of a target makes him look loopy rather than funny. Director Gerd Oswald can't seem to deal with either of his two stars. Despite the handsome images lensed by DP Roger Hubert, it's neither particularly funny, nor, despite a long sequence in which Fernandel is piloting a helicopter with Hope dangling from a rope ladder, thrilling.

It should have been funnier.

It had the right cast: Bob Hope in the sort of part he could believably play, that of clever, self-aware, ham entertainer "Bob Hunter"; Grace-Kelly-esque Martha Hyer as his classy, hard-to-get love interest "Ann McCall"; shapely Anita Ekberg as "Zara," a mysterious spy whose strange interest in Bob complicates (among other things) the hapless comedian's attempts at romancing Ann; and funny-faced Frenchman Fernandel as "Fernydel," Hunter's Gallic counterpart/rival/friend in the story's adventures.

And the plot had potential. There was mystery (why does a spy ring seem determined to keep Bob Hunter from acquiring a script from a famous French playwright?), romance (as endearingly un-suave Hunter slowly wins his sophisticated lady), and comic relief (in the exchange of one-upmanship between friendly rivals Fernydel and Hunter). Throw in the classic cruise-ship setting which begins the film, plus several car (and other vehicle) chases through Paris and its environs at the film's climax, and you have a diverting hour and a half of film, right?

Well, more or less. The film's comic potential is never *quite* realized, in large part because the scenes with real screwball potential simply move too slowly. Case in point: a courtroom scene in which non-Anglophone Fernydel is called to testify to Bob Hunter's sanity. The trial is conducted in English, and as the Frenchman "defends" his American friend by proudly trotting out all the "hep cat" slang the latter has taught him ("crazy," "out of this world," "the living end"), he only makes things worse. But the sort of snappy pace that gives that crucial edge to linguistic-confusion routines (think "Who's on first?") is utterly absent. And in another scene, in which the baddies chase Hope, Hyer, and Fernandel through an amusement park, it's just too dark to properly make out their antics.

Still, the film served its purpose for me: I bought it to see the celebrated Fernandel in his only American movie role of which I am aware. Without English, the Frenchman could not have played many parts accessible to a mainstream American audience, and in this movie his role is perfectly designed to get around that difficulty. He essentially plays a broad caricature of himself, with the usual stereotype of the Frenchman-as-eternal-romantic thrown in for good measure.

Oh, and there's a funny "in joke" for those who know a little bit about Fernandel. The role for which he is best remembered in Europe is that of "Don Camillo," the fiesty priest in a series of well-loved films based on Giovanni Guareschi's stories. And when, in "Paris Holiday," his character dons a cassock in an attempt to sneak into a place where Hope's being held prisoner, it's as if Don Camillo is making a brief cameo here.

It is unintended irony, I suspect, that the plot of this movie - what little there is of it - centers around Bob Hunter's (Hope) efforts to find a script. This movie could certainly have used a better one. Hope and especially Fernandel were great comedians, but they have virtually nothing to work with here, so the movie drags from one uninteresting scene to the next.

How a picture executive could have believed that anyone would pay money to see this, much less, after having seen it, tell anyone else to see it, I can't imagine. It really is one of the worst movies I've seen in a long time.