Fatty chez lui

Haven't seen much of Arbuckle since I was a kid and, on the evidence of this effort, I haven't really missed much. I can't help wondering how famous Arbuckle's name would be today had his career not been destroyed by the Virginia Rappe affair. Probably as famous as Larry Semon, who was also big in the silent era but is now all but forgotten - and with good reason.

Arbuckle is outshone in every scene by his sidekick, Buster Keaton. This was only Keaton's second film but his technique is already far in advance of Fatty's. The story is non-existent, merely a prop on which to hang the relentless stream of pratfalls and sight gags. That's OK if the gags are funny and their execution spot on, but only Keaton is getting it right, so the laughs are few and far between. As others have pointed out already, its Fatty's lackadaisical attempts to put out a fire and his sausage-on-a-fork dance, which pre-empts Charlie the tramp's more famous version by a good seven years, that rise above the mediocre.

This short comedy has some very good moments that make up for other stretches that are more routine. There are also a couple of classic gags worth watching for in themselves. The setting has 'Mr. Rough' (Arbuckle) trying to endure a visit from his mother-in-law, with Keaton and Al St. John on hand to create additional havoc. The two best gags come right at the beginning: watch for Fatty's fire-fighting technique, later imitated by other comedians, and then right after that Fatty improvises a gag that Charlie Chaplin later refined and made into a classic - it's a nice surprise, and worth watching for. And after that, the rest of the film also has some good moments that fans of Arbuckle and Keaton should enjoy.

The Rough House, a Roscoe Arbuckle short featuring Buster Keaton in a supporting role in just his second film, isn't exactly sophisticated when it comes to humor. A lot of the comedy consists of people falling down or being knocked down. By my count, Buster alone hit the deck 11 times in his first 3 and a half minutes on the screen, over 3 times a minute. There are a few exceptions though, like Arbuckle using forks stuck into bread rolls to emulate a simple little dance, something Charlie Chaplin surely saw and improved on in The Gold Rush eight years later. That's at the 3:41 point and probably this film's best moment, but it's brief. Arbuckle also cleverly uses a fan as a potato slicer in the kitchen and a sponge to squeeze soup into the bowls of diners as a waiter, and I wish there had more riffs on this sort of thing. The film also seems choppy in a few places, usually around moments when women are falling, being groped, or kissed, suggesting to me that the surviving print may have been a victim to a local censorship board. Regardless, it's not very remarkable, and maybe only worth checking out for the dinner roll bit.

Watching The Rough House and other independent Arbuckle shorts, I am reminded of the sort of films I made with my friends when I was in junior high and high school. Weird, plot-less things where being funny and acting strange reigned over any sense of story or coherence. It's obvious watching these films that everyone involved in their making was having a great time, barely able to keep themselves from cracking up in the middle of a take.

However, The Rough House is not among Arbuckle's better efforts due to this meandering. Much of the short is a flurry of people hitting, kicking, shouting, and falling over. The best moments come in when the comedy comes from the characters, such as the lazy Arbuckle nonchalantly trying to put out the fire raging on his bed from a cigarette butt he dropped or the jealous cook played by Al St. John overreacting to the comely maid flirting with a delivery boy played by Buster Keaton in his second film appearance. Everything else is underwhelming, even random.

Housekeeping chaos for a well-off homeowner, his small cooking/cleaning staff and a visiting party of refined dinner guests with ulterior motives. As with most slapstick comedies of the day, it only takes a little nudge to transition from a sleepy ho-hum day around the house into a full-blown food fight with smoke in the air and a never-ending parade of head-over-heels pratfalls. This one spirals out of control in a hurry, with Fatty Arbuckle setting the bedroom ablaze before he's had his morning coffee and Buster Keaton flopping flat on his back twice in his first sixty seconds, then snowballs until Arbuckle is gleefully empying a gun into his own kitchen door while Keaton hurls butcher knives at the chef.

Honestly, there's very little to The Rough House beyond sight gags and ever-increasing stakes in a high rollers' game of physical one-upsmanship, but it's a riot when it's in the groove. Arbuckle and Keaton's brands of expressive comedy are compatible and complimentary, and their constant efforts to out-goof each other lead to increasingly rich rewards for the viewer. It doesn't mean much of anything, but it's a hilarious way to kill half an hour.