A blog by a self-opinionated tosser from Melbourne, Australia. Now retired, he has too much time on his hands and needs to get a life. He will bore you rigid with his views, biases, recollections and travel tips. He reviews novels, TV shows and movies, making lists and crapping on about pop culture. You have been warned. Feedback encouraged.
Friday, 20 July 2018
"He" by John Connolly
This is a far cry from Connolly's Charlie Parker novels. It's a fascinating insight into the Golden Age of Hollywood, as well as a recount of the rise and fall of the world's most famous comedy duo, Laurel and Hardy.
In his three room Santa Monica apartment, Stan Laurel looks back at his life - his early music hall days in England, sharing rooms and comedy material with Charlie Chaplin, working for Hal Roach, making silent movies, the transition to talking pictures, Hollywood scandals (Fatty Arbuckle, Charlie Chaplin, Thelma Todd), his disastrous love life (marriages, remarriages, four divorces, mistresses) and his enduring love and respect for Babe (Oliver Hardy).
It is a story of loss - not just lost millions but lost opportunities and the loss of his faithful comedy partner.
At around 450 pages (containing over 200 short chapters), it's a quick read because it is such an engrossing subject.
Labels:
Chaplin,
Hal Roach,
John Connolly,
Oliver Hardy,
review,
Stan Laurel
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