Crazy House

When the news spreads around Universal Studios that Olsen and Johnson are back, panic breaks out and everybody runs away as fast as they can - because they can still remember the making of "Hellzapoppin'" (and who of us doesn't remember "Hellzapoppin'"? If there was such a thing as an award for 'the looniest picture', it would CERTAINLY go to this one!)... So, when they're thrown right over the studio walls out on the street, Ole and Chic just try to look for an 'angel' to finance the movie they're planning to make, and a director and cast of course! And as the title clearly suggests to us, "Crazy House" will be very little less loony than "Hellzapoppin'"...

Only this time, there's more emphasis put on the many music numbers, some of which are really wonderful (especially the exotic 'Tropicana') - and besides the musical entertainment and the - as always - hilarious humor of the crazy duo, we can spot a lot of Universal regulars in cameo appearances, from Franklin Pangborn (distressed-looking as ever) to Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce as Holmes and Watson!

Of course, the movie's filled to the brim with surprises and jokes - nothing highbrow or ambitious, just REAL good, plain entertainment to make us laugh and forget all our problems for just a while... And that wasn't only VITAL back in 1943 during the War, but it's still a GREAT thing today - and always will be!

1943's "Crazy House" may not strike many as Ole Olsen and Chic Johnson's best film, but it's one of the highlights of their Universal resurgence in the 1940s, a gaggle of guest stars in a wacky satire of Tinseltown that would be repeated by Mel Brooks' "Silent Movie" in 1976, and "The Happy Hooker Goes Hollywood" in 1980. The picture opens with Olsen and Johnson making their triumphant return through the studio gates, or rather flying over it since studio chief N. G. Wagstaff (Thomas Gomez) made it clear that they stay locked out; they proclaim themselves 'Universal's most sensational comedy team,' and are immediately welcomed as Abbott and Costello! This is by far the most engaging part, familiar faces scrambling to escape the shadow of Olsen and Johnson, from Andy Devine and Leo Carrillo preferring the company of a skunk, to Nigel Bruce's Doctor Watson making the announcement to Basil Rathbone's Sherlock Holmes, who is already aware of their presence: "I am Sherlock Holmes, I know everything!" (the duo were currently shooting "The Spider Woman"). Nothing else comes close to this self spoofing, and six contract players include this title on their resumes without actually appearing on screen: Lon Chaney, Evelyn Ankers, Louise Allbritton, Turhan Bey, Grace McDonald, and Gale Sondergaard. Chaney would join Andy Devine and Leo Carrillo for the next Olsen and Johnson caper, "Ghost Catchers," but not their screen finale, 1945's "See My Lawyer." Today's viewers might understandably find it difficult to tell the team apart, Ole Olsen the short one with high pitched giggle, his more straight laced partner a smidgen taller.

I recently saw this film with Quentin Tarantino's introduction to this film on video tape from Trio. Quentin goes on about how Mel Brooks lifted a good chunk of the premise of this movie for Silent Movie. While the basic idea is the same, down on their luck film makers try to sign big stars for their up coming film, the results are decidedly different. Brooks played it pretty much as a straight film, while Olsen and Johnson used it as an excuse to do silly things with famous people. I prefer the pure insanity of Olsen and Johnson's take.

This is one of the best films that Olsen and Johnson ever made, even if it has one really big problem (which I'll get to in a minute). This is pure Olsen and Johnson insanity. Its a film where anything can happen, usually the silliest of all possible options. Its wild and wacky with Olsen and Johnson acting as steam rollers over Hollywood and the studio system. When the comedy is happening its a rapid fire collection of jokes and gags that never seem to stop.

Or rather stop a bit too often. The one really big problem I was talking about is that the comedy and the madness stops every couple of minutes for a musical interlude. These interludes pretty much stop the movie dead since any of the momentum thats been built up comes crashing to a halt. Most of the numbers are played straight so its a radical shift in tone that really annoyed the heck out of me. (Actually the numbers aren't bad they just belong in a different film) I know that the numbers are the result of this being one of those "studio" films where everyone in the studio appears partly as part of the story, but also as an advertisement for themselves and what ever movie they are currently promoting. (Hollywood turned these out every now and again often to mixed results)

Music aside I really like this movie. If you want to see Olsen and Johnson in great form this is a good choice to make.

A strange concoction. Some of the Olsen and Johnson visual routines are incredible and some are painfully corny (and I like corny routines). Their standup routine in a nightclub is really bad. The sight gags seem to be inspired by animated cartoons as the two pull out all sorts of weird items at a moments notice. The hotel scene is a standout example.

There are way too many standard 1940's musical numbers for my taste. But the other acts were sometimes entertaining. The harp and violin hobos were funny.

This was shown on the TRIO network as part of Quentin Tarantino's favorite movie month. I think he likes it because of the "shocking" ending, that's it. I wouldn't suggest go out of your way to see it although.

Once the movie....in the movie--the "Crazy House" outdoor set starts; watch for the two boys licking the barber pole. The skinny, seven year old boy in the sideways striped shirt is me!!! One of those watching is Shemp Howard (in a cutaway shot). The other boy and I were having a hard time licking that barber pole; it was just dry painted wood, and even in a B&W "el-cheepo", many takes were made. Then (before the director was satisified and called, "O.K., print it); the A.D. called, "Lunch, one hour," and we walked off and around some corners to the back lot for lunch on outdoor tables. A strange event took place while we were gone and I am writing about it in a book called, "Peeping Into Hollywood." The non-fiction book takes place around 1962, when I myself was directing a film called, "BACHELOR TOM PEEPING." (Look it up on IMDB). In that book I tell many stories about my eighteen years as a child extra and sometimes bit player. Watch for the book, due out some day? The barber pole and it's aftermath is a funny, strange event.