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A long, long time ago—by which I don’t mean around the\ntime of GHOSTBUSTERS, but 70, 80, 90 years back—show biz had a hallowed\ntradition: the comedy team. These weren’t just actors who frequently worked\ntogether, like Adam Sandler and Kevin James, or Tina Fey and Amy Poehler, but\nactual, official teams, usually two men, their names separated by an ampersand,\ngenerally a comic and a straight man (though the latter could also be funny).\nOccasionally there were more than two, and even more occasionally, there was a\nwoman (notably Gracie Allen), but two men were the norm.\n
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We know them by their names: Laurel & Hardy, Abbott\n& Costello, Martin & Lewis, Wheeler & Woolsey, Olsen & Johnson,\nBurns & Allen and more. As well as the bigger groups: The Three Stooges,\nThe Marx Brothers, The Ritz Brothers, and that huge aggregate variously known\nas The Dead End Kids, The Little Tough Guys, The East Side Kids, and The Bowery\nBoys. (That last bunch requires a flow chart.) But sadly, with a few exceptions\n(conspicuously the Stooges, arguably more popular now than in their heyday, if\nthey ever actually had a heyday), most people born after Woodstock would not\nknow them on sight.\n
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\n(One night, Jay Leno was doing “Jaywalking” and asking\npedestrians to identify famous movie stars of the past. One identified Laurel\n& Hardy as The Three Stooges. Even after Leno pointed out that there were\nonly two people in the photo, she still insisted they were The Three Stooges. I\nstill cringe at the thought of this.)
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\nSo what happened? Why did the comedy team die out? Hard\nto say with any certainty, but one very real possibility is that America simply\ngrew up, and so did its entertainment. More often than not, the comic part of\nthe team was a man-child: Laurel, Costello, Wheeler, Lewis, Curly Howard, and\nHuntz Hall all seemed like eight-year-old boys in the bodies of 40-year-old men.\nBy the 1950s, they were getting older, and that juvenile shtick didn’t seem so\nfunny anymore. Moreover, television had become the new vaudeville, and more\nadult, romantic comedies were filling the big screen. The funny hats and baggy\npants were being replaced by more sophisticated fare starring the likes of Rock\nHudson, Jack Lemmon, Paul Newman, and James Garner, as well as older but still\nsexy men such as Cary Grant, Frank Sinatra, and David Niven. (Jerry Lewis\ncontinued to have a successful solo film career, but he was an anomaly, while\nGroucho moved to TV and assumed a new persona as a waggish quiz show host.) The\ngreat comedies of the past found a new home on the tube, but as The Late Show\nor on weekend afternoons. A few newer teams kept fairly busy in night clubs and\non variety shows, like Rowan & Martin, Wayne & Shuster, and Allen &\nRossi, but the tradition had well and truly passed. (No, I haven’t forgotten\nCheech & Chong, but they had an entirely different appeal and an entirely\ndifferent audience.)
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\nYet despite their obvious similarities, all the great\nteams were unique. Their looks, their voices, their body language were\ndistinctive to each, and even when they performed identical material (e.g.\n“Slowly I Turn”), they put their own spin on it. Laurel & Hardy were slow\nand methodical, allowing situations to incrementally increase past the point of\nno return; sometimes just the merest glance was hysterical. Abbott &\nCostello didn’t sing or dance, but performed elaborate duologues that kept\naudiences gasping, while the latter took tremendous falls at the drop of a\nderby. Olsen & Johnson didn’t even pay attention to the plot: just gags,\ngags and more gags. The Stooges used the plot as a starting point: they just\ndid anything that was funny—the rules be damned—and it worked. The Marx\nBrothers were a three-ring circus: a fast-talking sharpy, a mime, and a scamp\nwith an Italian accent (as well as a straight man when Zeppo was there),\nallowing all sorts of permutations depending on who was paired with whom at any\ngiven moment.
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\nIt can be frustrating when younger people won’t watch this\nstuff because it’s in black-and-white, or because the content is considered\nquaint by today's standards. But those of us who treasure comedy in all forms don’t\ngive up. One of the reasons I’ve made the Biffle & Shooster shorts is to\nprove that this kind of mirth-making can still work in the 21st century, for\nolder and newer generations alike. But if those unfamiliar with its inspiration\nturn their noses up at it, those who were around back in the good old days when\nthese classics ran on TV every day (or even collected them as home movies) can\nrevel in the goofiness. Funnymen are funnymen, and fortunately, no amount of\ntime can ever change that.
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\nMichael Schlesinger is a trustee of the American\nCinematheque, retired movie-studio weasel, scrappy independent film producer,\nand is the perpetrator of the Biffle & Shooster shorts. He believes Shemp\nHoward was the great natural comedian ever.
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