Buster Keaton, Red Skelton, and Clark Gable: Together at last

On Sunday night, TCM will be screening a lesser-known romantic comedy from 1938 called Too Hot to Handle.  Regular readers of this blog with encyclopedic memories may recall that I wrote about this a while back, but it’s a story that bears repeating, and embellishing upon, so indulge me.


The thing you have to know going in, though, is that while Too Hot to Handle is a solidly entertaining action-comedy from Hollywood’s Golden Age, in which two top movie stars (Clark Gable and Myrna Loy) frolic their way through some expensive stunt-addled set pieces, I’m not necessarily calling your attention to this film purely for its own modest merits.  Now, Arsene Lupin, Next Time I Marry, Modern Love, The Windowthose are movies to climb mountains for.  If you miss those films when they come along, that’s when you have to seriously question whether watching movies is really your forte.  But if you miss Too Hot to Handle, what you’re really missing is a chance to wrestle with the curious legacy of Buster Keaton.  But that’s going to take a while to explain.

OK, now the first place to start with 1938’s Too Hot to Handle is actually 1950’s Watch the Birdie, but it won’t make sense to start there so instead let’s go to 1928’s The Cameraman instead and work our way out logically.

The Cameraman is a silent classic by Buster Keaton in which a bunch of wonderful things happen, all of them gorgeous and thrilling.  But to boil that film down to a plot summary we can say this about it: Buster wants to impress a girl, so he takes up filming newsreels.  During his escapades, he unwittingly and accidentally films something secret and powerful, but he does so while also screwing up a bunch of things he was supposed to get right—and it is during a screening of his screw-ups that his other, secret footage is also shown.


The Cameraman was arguably Buster’s biggest commercial hit in its day—but I have to put an emphasis on the word “arguably.”  For people who track these things, the data is a bit of a mess.  The Cameraman was Buster’s first film for MGM, a professional outfit that knew what it was doing, as compared to Keaton’s own former indie venture which made great movies and then fumbled their distribution.  Comparing apples to apples is hard here, because part of what MGM a more professionally run company was that it kept better records—and part of what MGM a professionally run company was that it strangled artistry, which gives Keaton’s fans an incentive to try to interpret the imperfect distribution data in ways that make his solo efforts look better.

Either way, this was a high water mark in Keaton’s career.  He followed it up with Spite Marriage, which was the title of a movie.  But Buster was also suffering in the throes of a real-life spite marriage—one that was headed to divorce, scandal, and heartbreak.  Losing his wife was one thing (they hadn’t been close in years) but when she left she took the kids, and renamed them so they were no longer Keatons.  Buster spiraled into depression and alcoholism—

OK, you’ve heard this story before.  Fine.  It has a happy ending—Keaton lived a long and happy life in which he ended up richer, more beloved, and busier than he had ever been back in the glory days of the silent era.  So there.


But along the way, Keaton’s alcoholic slide cost him his stardom, but not his MGM contract, and he migrated behind the scenes to serve as a comedy consultant and gag writer on other projects.  This resulted in some legendarily misguided gigs: just look at the thousand-yard stare in Buster’s dead eyes as he ponders working with the Marx Brothers.  They were each brilliant, genius comedians—but as different as chalk and cheese.

And so it went, until Buster started working with Red Skelton.  Red was a true physical clown with an elastic body and a willingness to do anything for a laugh.  And between 1943 and 1950 he collaborated with Buster Keaton on three remakes of Keaton comedies.  Spite Marriage became 1943’s I Dood It; The General became 1948’s A Southern Yankee; and The Cameraman became 1950’s Watch the Birdie.

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Keaton readily admits that the films were adapted so comprehensively that “if you sat through them back to back you wouldn’t know it was the same picture.”  Of the three, Watch the Birdie is the strongest, and the most Keaton-y.

And, for that matter, I bet if you watched them back to back, you would peg the similarity in plot: Red Skelton takes up movie cinematography to impress a girl; he unwittingly and accidentally films a nefarious plot by the bad guys; that footage is screened in a surreal mishmash of filmic screw-ups…

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That’s not to say that the Skelton version isn’t substantially different, but the source material is recognizable underneath.  Keaton said of the three remakes, “in every case, in those three remakes, the second picture didn’t compare to the original for laughs or entertainment.  Now, all for one reason: the writers there today and the producers insisted on improving the originals.  So, all three pictures died of improvement.”

That’s not to say Keaton had a low opinion of Red Skelton—in fact, he always went out of his way to praise Skelton as a natural clown, and someone who could have thrived in the silent era (that was Keaton’s highest praise).  He called Skelton his “pet.”

Which is actually a trifle odd—Skelton was indeed a physical clown capable of Keatonish slapstick, but the similarity ends there.  Buster Keaton’s comedy was as dry as a martini, and Skelton is wet like a slobbery dog kiss.  That’s not a normative judgment—different strokes for different folks.  Slobbery dog kisses aren’t for me, and prefer Keaton’s intellectual, existentialist comedy, but your mileage may vary.

Which at last brings us to 1938–you thought we’d never get there.  In fact we’ve already been here.  This was the point when Keaton’s bad slide turned around—his divorce was final, his run of sound shorts for Educational Pictures had ended, his alcoholism had bottomed out, and he had returned to MGM to accept a lowly uncredited job as a gag writer.

And one of the first projects to which he was assigned as a consultant was a film about a newsreel photographer who unwittingly and accidentally films some compromising footage, which is later screened by mistake… wait a minute!

Too Hot to Handle follows the adventures of a roguish and unprincipled newsreel jockey played by Clark Gable, whose reputation for snagging the most iconic images of any situations rests almost entirely on his habit of just faking them.  In an effort to entrap him, Hunter’s competition (Walter Pidgeon) sets up an even bigger fake, involving the intrepid pilot Myrna Loy, daringly flying medical supplies into a war-zone.

Things go wrong, and Clark Gable ends up crashing Myrna Loy’s plane and nearly killing her in the process—but this disaster produces multiple alternate realities as a result.  She misunderstands the incident as Gable saving her from certain death, and it serves as their “meet cute” for an intense romance to follow.  But, you know, he filmed the whole thing, and that filmed record not only clearly shows his culpability in causing the plane wreck, but also records her confession as being involved in a staged event that never involved any real medical supplies at all.

Just to make things more complicated, this film clip is then edited in such a way as to create one version that makes the two of them seem like heroes, and an uncut “director’s edition” version that smears them.  (The consequence of the eventual public screening of that uncut version is the source of the movie’s title, and the only direct point of narrative contact between this film and The Cameraman).

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What connects it most strongly to The Cameraman is not the plot but Keaton himself, who worked on Too Hot to Handle as a gagman.  William K. Everson spent some effort critically dissecting the film to parse out where he saw Keaton’s hand most evidently in the design of some of the physical comedy sequences.

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It is not hard to agree with Everson—but the fact is, we aren’t entirely sure what parts Keaton shaped or not.  It’s not like he signed his name on the celluloid: Keaton was here. Educated quesswork is all we have.  Complicating the matter is that even though Buster was just a lowly uncredited MGM gagman at one the lowest points in his life, the resulting production feels informed by Keaton on a great many levels.

For example, the complex recursions of that “rescue” footage, which shift in meaning throughout the film as the context changes.  Too Hot to Handle could have treated its film-within-a-film aspects as a mere gimmick—but instead the cinematic nature of film is never far from view.

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In 1958, Buster Keaton sat down with Christopher Bishop of Film Quarterly, and clarified his idea of how the tradition of silent comedy ought to have progressed into the talkie age:

Q: You felt that you could function just as well in sound?

BK: Why sure.  The only thing we did in laying out our material was to deliberately look for action laughs, not dialogue laughs.  That has always been my fight with the brass.  There were all these writers, and all these writers could think about was funny sayings and puns.

Q: I wonder how you feel about making a sound comedy—whether they are silent comedies with music and sound effects added.

BK: I wouldn’t want to do that today… [H]ere’s what I’m going to do.  We go ahead and talk—put all the dialogue in the first fifteen minutes—let ‘em try for little laughs as we go—but for the second fifteen minutes deliberately go for places that just don’t call for dialogue.  In other words, we don’t go out of our way to avoid them, but it is just a natural thing that two people busy building something—there’s no reason to talk, you just go ahead and build.

Setting aside the delicious irony that Keaton became one of those teams of MGM writers he so excoriated (and as one he sat around cooking up physical gags for films while his fellow gag writers thought up “funny sayings and puns”), the thing that interests us today is the fact that Too Hot to Handle actually follows Keaton’s paradigm—it is a film that is in places a rapid-fire dialogue comedy of the screwball tradition which also comfortably lets the dialogue stop to give room to elaborately choreographed and awe-inspiring set-pieces.

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This is an A-list production from MGM starring two of their top stars.  Money was spilled on this thing—it is proof that MGM was willing to adopt Keaton’s model.

But the thing is, Too Hot to Handle isn’t a slapstick comedy. It may be reminiscent in places of a Keaton comedy, contain comedy sequences invented by Keaton, and reflect Keaton’s philosophy of comedy filmmaking overall—but it isn’t the kind of movie Keaton himself would ever have made.  There is something else in its DNA.

If you were to go looking for this film’s closest relatives, you wouldn’t look among the works of Keaton and Lloyd—you’d look at screwball.  The closest relatives are His Girl Friday and Nothing Sacred—films about unscrupulous journalists and the not-entirely-upstanding women they love.

Well, for that matter, why stretch things?  Clark Gable played a similarly roguish reporter in the movie that put screwball on the map—Frank Capra’s It Happened One Night.

The vast majority of silent comedies are at least nominally romantic comedies—they have a base-level plot about boy-meets-girl that then a bunch of absurd physical gags are layered on top of.  What separates slapstick from screwball isn’t silence versus speech—there are silent romantic comedies in the proto-screwball mode and there are talkie-era slapstick throwbacks.  What distinguishes one species from the next is the extent to which they took their respective romantic aspects seriously.

Or, put more precisely, the extent to which they took their female characters seriously.

I’m not just talking about Buster Keaton treating his female co-stars as props to be thrown around.  I mean it across the board—the slapstick clowns rarely left much room for any co-stars, male or female, to compete for screen time or audience affection.  They are objects to be won, interchangeable all.

The screwball comedies that took over from slapstick let their female leads be as nutty, sexy, and unruly as the men.  In fact, I’d cite as the biggest flaw of Too Hot to Handle as its failure to fully utilize Myrna Loy.  She’s capable of playing a wilder sort of woman than the script lets her—and as such, she fails to come across as a worthy adversary/love interest for the wily Clark Gable.

And perhaps this is the last vestige of Buster Keaton’s handiwork, still haunting the edges of the film.  The stray references to The Cameraman, the Keatonish action set-pieces, the Keaton commitment to physical action over dialog… and the Keaton habit of sidelining the female costars.  Tut tut.


8 Responses Buster Keaton, Red Skelton, and Clark Gable: Together at last
Posted By rochellemariah : August 24, 2013 11:01 am

Reblogged this on classic hollywood and commented:
Clark and Myrna on TCM Sunday night in Too Hot to Handle.

Posted By Doug : August 25, 2013 10:07 am

Great article about Keaton-how many comedians had happy, unremarkable lives? Nary a one. There must be something in the water.
David, I would love to know on which films Keaton may have collaborated with the Marx Bros.
His ‘downturn’ into being a gagman for other comics made me think of “Mrs. Parker And The Vicious Circle” where Dorothy Parker went from being a brilliant poet and writer to Hollywood ‘script doctor’.
I’ve heard of “Too Hot To Handle” in the context of a film “faking” a news event and dealing with the aftermath. I will watch anything with Myrna Loy in it, though I couldn’t finish
“Wife Vs Secretary” as it was too much soap opera.
” I mean it across the board—the slapstick clowns rarely left much room for any co-stars, male or female, to compete for screen time or audience affection.”
Secure people are not funny. Insecure comics do their dance on the edge of the pit of tragedy, and sometimes they fall in.

Posted By nennycakes : August 25, 2013 10:34 pm

What an interesting article! Thank you! I always thought Peter Sellers carried the Buster Keaton torch best. He has the same effortless physical ability, the same deadpan expression, the same dry wit. Watching him in “The Return of the Pink Panther” – especially the scene where he tries to fix the phone – one can’t help but be reminded of Buster Keaton.

Posted By swac44 : August 26, 2013 8:40 am

I wouldn’t exactly call this a missing link between The Cameraman and Too Hot to Handle, especially since it was an RKO title, but I recommend checking out the 1933 action/comedy/romance Headline Shooter the next time it turns up on TCM. I mentioned it on here recently because of its similarity to His Girl Friday (Frances Dee plays a newspaper reporter who is thinking of settling down for a more mundane life with … Ralph Bellamy!), but it’s also a fun look at the newsreel game, with cameraman William Gargan as the cameraman who has to leap into action when his work threatens to expose both community leaders and gangsters. Includes actual newsreel footage for added veracity, plus turns by Robert Benchley, Jack La Rue and Franklin Pangborn to keep things interesting (Gargan is an unusual choice for lead, you sit there wondering what Lee Tracy might have done with the part).

Posted By jennifromrollamo : August 27, 2013 8:04 am

I saw Headline Shooter a couple years ago and have since signed up to write a blog about it for this upcoming blogathon: http://cometoverhollywood.com/2013/08/07/upcoming-breaking-news-journalism-in-classic-film-blogathon/.

Posted By DBenson : August 28, 2013 5:03 am

Recently viewed EXCUSE MY DUST, an affable Skelton film that, as far as I can tell, lacked Keaton’s touch. A pity, because the subject matter — a hard-luck inventor trying to get his gasmobile up and running — seems to cry out for Keaton’s comic rapport with machinery.

The film is a moderately lavish MGM musical with a good-old-days setting. The thing is, one could easily imagine Mickey Rooney, Donald O’Connor or several others performing the same script just as well. Skelton is fun but is mostly limited to gags any light romantic comedy lead could do: Getting a faceful of oil, driving his car into a lake, and clinging to a steering wheel in a mildly amusing climactic road race.

It’s a puzzlement why Keaton wasn’t brought in, or Skelton wasn’t allowed more physical comedy. Maybe it was meant for somebody else.

Posted By John : August 29, 2013 6:35 pm

I loved THTH when I saw it on TCM’s Gable Day. I had seen it many times since I was a child, but this time I noticed something that brought up a question and I wanted to raise it here. Did anyone else notice the OSCAR statuette on Gabby’s desk when , after Gable returns to NY with Alma, he and Gabby go into the editor’s office to talk privately. During the conversation the OSCAR is in plain view . I rewound the DVR several times just to make sure it was indeed real and I was not imagining things. Now can anyone tell me what it was doing in the movie??

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