February 19, 2015
The Big Noise –
US, 1944

I mention this, for of these three types only two of them
seem to have the potential to be truly enthralling to an audience. The other
one tends to be slightly bland, often resulting in the character’s inventions’
being more interesting that the inventors themselves. And this leads me to the
inventor we meet at the beginning of Mal St. Claire’s The Big Noise, one Alva P. Hartley, played by Arthur Space. Hartley
is an example of the kind of inventor that is neither menacing enough to be
frightening nor peculiar enough to be intriguing, and this hurts the film a
great deal. After all, if a character is not very interesting, it is unwise for
a film to feature him so prominently.
In the film, Hartley is a hardworking stiff trying to do his
part for his country during the Second World War, a conflict that he cannot
participate in due to his poor physical condition, and, therefore, the
invention of which he is most proud is a bomb that has the potential to destroy
entire cities and simultaneously end thousands of people’s lives. While this
idea may seem rather jarring today, it was not at the time of the film’s
release. The question of whether it was morally correct to bring such
destruction down upon one mortal enemy did not reach the public’s collective
consciousness for quite some time. However, it is sometimes hard to reconcile
the devastation promised by this new weapon with the extreme practicality of many
of Hartley’s other inventions, many of which are designed to save space and
avoid waste.
Through a plot device that is scarcely credible, Hartley
becomes convinced that his invention has been accepted by the military and must
be guarded at all cost. Therefore, he decides to enlist help protecting it. This
is not an unreasonable decision given these conditions, but the film has Hartley
hire not bodyguards, but private detectives
who do no actual detective work. Ah, but these are not just any private detectives.
They are interns who double as janitors, and they attend “Detective Night
School” in the hopes of one day becoming a pair of modern-day Sherlock Holmes’.
Of course, I am referring to Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy.
The Big Noise
spends a great deal of time – too much in fact – demonstrating Hartley’s many
inventions, many of which are fun without being outright funny. I enjoyed the
empty room that was really a guest bedroom, and I had high hopes that it would
be used later to great comic effect. It wasn’t. Other parts of the film are
devoted to short plot developments that similarly lead nowhere. The most
promising of these has to do with Hartley’s rich aunt, Sophie (Esther Howard), whose
husbands have all met untimely deaths. She takes an instant liking to Oliver,
and in one scene, the two of them look at a photo album containing portraits of
the deceased. For some reason, they all bear a striking resemblance to Oliver.
Sophie is also given the interesting habit of sleepwalking with a knife in one
hand. This indeed has dark comic potential, yet the gag is dropped as quickly
as it is introduced. It is as if screen writer Scott Darling were employing the
“one and done” technique – one scene, and it’s on to the next plot point.
Eventually a pair of common thieves learns about the bomb
and sets out to steal it, reasoning that they can make a fortune on it on the
black market. This leads to a long chase across the country and gives Laurel
and Hardy a chance to reenact a scene from their early 1929 short film Berth Marks. This should have been quite
enjoyable, yet the stroll down memory lane feels more like a desperate attempt
to extend the length of the film rather than a true celebration of their
earlier work. In fact, the film’s closing moments will simultaneously remind
people of one of the pair’s far superior works, Flying Tigers, while also providing an example of why some films
lose their relevance or effectiveness. Time simply reveals them to have been
historically inaccurate and culturally problematic.
The Big Noise is
never a wholly terrible film; it’s just that the film never has any consistent
momentum. It progresses much as an erratic person out for a walk might, talking
one step and appearing to know his ultimate destination only to stop and suddenly
change course for no reason. It is almost as if no one knew where the film was supposed to go,
and so it is relentlessly going in new directions, none of them given the
chance to develop or become anything of interest. As always, Stan Laurel and
Oliver Hardy do their best to infuse their scenes with the proper amount of
levity, warmth, and energy, yet throughout the film, they are hampered by a
script that never seems to know what to do with them. Perhaps that is it why
the end sees them sitting on the remains of a bombed out ship in the middle of
the ocean. What better metaphor for the film than the image of the comedy
geniuses left alone out at sea fending for themselves? After all, they got
little help from anyone else involved in this picture. (on DVD)
2 stars
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