Showing posts with label Bebe Daniels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bebe Daniels. Show all posts

Thursday, January 24, 2019

Harold and Bebe: spinning or slow?






This little snippet from Harold Lloyd's Young Mr. Jazz (1919) is meant to be comic dancing, a whirling-dervish sort of spin satirizing the jazzy steps of the day (though in 1919, this trend had barely begun). The bit at the end hilariously exposes Bebe's Daddy in a huddle with a sweet patootie he just picked up, a woman wearing a bizarre striped ensemble and a tall feathery hat. 

I couldn't help but take this gif and s-l-o-w-w-w it down, just to see how the mad whirl might look at a much slower speed. And look at this!




This is just about the most graceful dancing I've ever seen, more typical of Harold's natural skill as a dancer. Really, it doesn't look silly at all, does it? He's sweeping her off her feet.

But then. . . then I noticed something. It's possible that the original dance has been "sped up" just a little, by something called undercranking (literally, cranking the camera more slowly so that fewer frames per second are exposed, thus making it play back faster). Just look at the piano player - he's a jittery blur! In the second version, he appears to be playing at a more normal speed.

Everyone else in the frame is either carefully still, or only gesturing minimally. What made me think of this tweaking of speed was a tiny video I just saw on The Freshman, in which Harold does a fast-footed "jig" that becomes his signature. It goes so fast you can barely see his feet. I found out, with a bit of disappointment, that this too was tweaked to make it look faster than it was.

Damn!




"Step right up and call me Speedy!"




"St-e-e-e-e-e-p  r-r-r-r-i-i-ght  up and ca-a-a-a-l-l-l me-e-e-e. . . not very Speedy."

I don't know why the use of special effects in a movie should bother me. It doesn't, except that dancing was one of Harold's natural skills, one of those things he didn't have to formally learn. To see it enhanced/messed with is a bit disillusioning, but Harold was a filmmaker, and the result was all. Harold's nickname (which I am sure he came up with himself) was Speedy, which kind of makes me shake my head a bit for obvious reasons. He always pushed himself to go farther, faster, longer, than anyone else, and was ferociously competitive. So if he couldn't dance fast enough to create a  blur, he would make it LOOK like he could. 




One has to wonder how much insecurity lay beneath that charming exterior. I don't think Harold was moody or broody (though his temper could be explosive), but for all his inspiration, I don't think he was introspective. He always moved relentlessly forward. At what cost, we can only guess, for the lives of his children were troubled. They had all the problems of rich kids who had come from desperately poor parents. Harold was determined to give his children "everything he never had", but was that what they needed? The question goes unanswered. We only know he could  dance. Reminds me of those old Westerns where some cowboy shoots at the feet of the town drunk, yelling, "Dance! Dance! Faster!"


Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Yes sir, that's my Bebe




A two-frame animation I made from gorgeous photos of Harold Lloyd's first leading lady, Bebe Daniels.


Sunday, August 21, 2016

The Wizard of Old




This is from the first film incarnation of The Wizard of Oz (1910). I just found out that some film historians believe Dorothy is played by none other than Bebe Daniels, Harold's first leading lady. This was several years before they teamed up in about 1914. Looking at her, her facial expressions, body language, etc., yes, I think it is her. What I love about this scene is how cuddly and adorable the lion is. The other characters are kind of strange. The movie lasts all of 13 minutes and I plan to post the whole thing, but it's Sunday and I'm going to the car show.


Saturday, June 15, 2013

DON'T LOOK DOWN!: Harold Lloyd short takes














Although it's late, I have a cold and feel bloody awful, and should've gone to bed a long time ago, an obsession is an obsession, n'est-ce pas? So, gentle reader, I made these few gifs, smudgy and surreal, Just For You. Enter his world at your peril, for you may never find your way home again.



 


Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book
    It took me years to write, will you take a look


Thursday, January 19, 2012

The unknown Harold Lloyd



The sad, sweet romantic: was ever a comedian more melancholy, more aware of the fragile depths of the human heart?




Intensity, asceticism, fierceness: do not mess with this Harold Lloyd.




The Barrymore profile, a reminder of his first ambition: to be a stage actor. And he never stopped looking like a leading man.




So much for the chaste peck we see at the end of most silent screen comedies. This kiss (with Jobyna Ralson, Why Worry?) sets the screen on fire!




Oh, mighty-my. Movie stars, on the town.




This man did nothing by halves.  Harold didn't just have "a dog". He had a kennel full of Great Danes the size of small horses. 




There is just something about the way he sits in mud. Has a style all its own.




Oh, Bebe! The energy of these two leaps across time.
(And note the gaze: he has what they used to call "bedroom eyes").



Would you trust this man with your girl friend?




Is he sitting in mid-air, on a magic carpet, or in a giant high chair? Even in a Brooks Brothers suit, he's Peter Pan.




Even Cary Grant never wore a tux this well. As they say in Nebraska: he cleaned up real nice.




The emotional climax of The Freshman: some idiot critic once said of Lloyd that he "lacked tenderness". It was one of those wildly inaccurate remarks that sticks like a burr. Whoever he was, I don't think he ever saw a single Harold Lloyd movie, and most definitely not this one.




Harold is never funnier than when committing suicide. Here he's taking poison in one of my personal favorites, Never Weaken; in Haunted Spooks he tries to shoot himself with a water pistol.

(By the way, did anyone ever stop to ask how Harold managed to extract humor out of such a dark subject? It's yet another example of his genius, so quicksilvery that if you blink you might miss it.  I do not think his mind was operating at the same velocity as the rest of us.)



Without the white makeup and glasses, Harold was almost unrecognizable. He could go about incognito, and unlike most stars who want to be recognized, he believed it was a benefit to him and afforded him privacy.

I love this picture with Hal Roach: both of them look like youngsters. And that devastating flashbulb grin. But what's that weird halo doing above his head?






This, this, THIS is why women love Harold Lloyd, even now! In spite of all his good intentions he is always getting bruised and battered and humiliated. You want to take him home with you. In fact. . . you do.




No one courted with more delicacy.




Movie stars aren't like the rest of us. That's why they're movie stars.