The Boob

Country bumpkin Peter Good is heartbroken to see his crush Amy fall for city guy Harry Benson. Hard-drinking Cactus Jim gives him a cowboy makeover, but it doesn't work on the girl. He suspects that Benson is a bootlegger and intends to take down the criminal.

I'm not here to sing high praises for this movie. My best complement goes to the dog. It's not great cinema, but the story is functional. There are fine elements. Peter and Cactus Jim are fine. I wouldn't give two seconds to Amy. She's meaningless. I don't really understand the premise of the old lady. It should be more compelling for the three characters and the dog to go off on an adventure together. Whatever. I like the dog.

There's a minor subgenre of silents in which a small town full of country folks somehow supports a lavish speakeasy filled with hundreds of folks in tuxedos, until the country folks toss them out. This has some connection to 1920s reality, as little towns comfortably in the sticks suddenly found themselves a short drive from a big city by car, and easily corrupted by big city money; places like Cicero and Calumet City, Illinois became wholly owned subsidiaries of the Chicago mob, and even Southern Wisconsin, for instance, is dotted with roadhouses and "inns" boasting "Al Capone slept and gambled here." You rarely if ever see the big city in movies like The Country Flapper, Delicious Little Devil, The Strong Man or The Boob; the tuxedo-wearing swells seem to generate spontaneously at night, like mushrooms.

The Boob is one of these tales and it suggests that by 1926, the subgenre was familiar enough that it could be kidded and caricatured along the way; the movie is full of broad, humor as well as a special effects dream sequence that seems to have walked straight in out of Winsor McCay's Dreams of a Rarebit Fiend. George K. Arthur is The Boob, Peter Good, whose girl May has fallen for the big city swell who runs the speakeasy (which, speaking of lavish, was apparently a redressed Ben-Hur set!).

After an old-timer teaches him the rudiments of being a rootin-tootin' gunslinger, he sets out after the speakeasy and its owner like Bill Hart in Hell's Hinges, and in a farcical manner reminiscent of The Strong Man, he does bring it down, if not exactly as he planned. If you doubt that The Strong Man was the model, note that Joan Crawford turns up in the decidedly thankless, if at least impressively feminist, role of a big city law enforcement agent whose bestowal of approval on Arthur helps him eventually win May over.

The Boob is one of those ancient films rescued from perpetual obscurity by Turner Classic Movies, and while it may not be on a par with Keaton or Lloyd, it's still an entertaining and quite funny film. George K. Arthur is the Keatonesque milquetoast on the trail of bootleggers, and while he lacks Buster's acrobatic skills and doesn't really connect emotionally, he's alright. Charles Murray has some of the film's funniest moments as the perpetually soused cowboy Cactus Jim, but the film really stands out during some terrific fantasy sequences, including a flying bed scene and a Frederick Remington painting come to life. A genuine discovery for fans of silent comedy.

The Boob is a charming silent comedy about a farm boy named Peter Good (George K. Arthur) who is in love with a girl named Amy (Gertrude Olmstead). Amy, as is so often the case, doesn't like Peter back. So, to prove himself to Amy, Peter dresses up like a cowboy and goes after bootleggers. Wait...what? Yeah, it's a little dumb plotwise but it's cute and funny. Nice performances from Arthur and Charles Murray as Cactus Jim. Contrary to the way the film is advertised on TCM as well as the DVD cover, it is not a starring vehicle for Joan Crawford. Joan has a small part as a revenue agent (!). This is also an early William Wellman film before he made it big with "Wings."

Country boy George K. Arthur (as Peter Good) is in love with Gertrude Olmstead (as Amy), but she has taken up smooching with city-slicker Tony D'Algy (as Harry Benson). Mr. Arthur dons western Tom Mix-type clothing to appear more manly, but Ms. Olmstead is unimpressed. Arthur suspicions that Mr. D'Algy is really a criminal bootlegger are proved to be correct. Then, Arthur must rescue Olmstead from D'Algy's clutches...

Though he is a likable character, this is a dated-to-the-point-of-unfunny comedy feature for Arthur. Most unfunny is Charles Murray (as Cactus Jim)'s running gag about hiding his endless supply of booze - helped, no doubt, by bootleggers. Joan Crawford (as Jane) lifts spirits considerably, with her turn as a crack revenue agent. D'Algy is a good kisser. "The Boob" is more of a curiosity than a comedy, but it's a chance to see some silent performers in well-preserved celluloid.

**** The Boob (5/17/26) William A. Wellman ~ George K. Arthur, Gertrude Olmstead, Joan Crawford, Tony D'Algy