
In fact, other than a nomination in the short-lived category of dance direction for Dave Gould's work on A Day At The Races, no Marx Brothers movie received a nomination of any kind—not acting, not writing. Nothing.
But let's face it, if I thought the Oscars were a useful benchmark for measuring a film's worth, I would have never started this blog in the first place.

And yet no art form is better at skewering the pretensions of the rich and powerful than Chico and Harpo wreaking havoc on opening night of the grand opera or at revealing the embarrassing absurdity of sex and seduction any time Groucho woos Margaret Dumont.
Or let me put it another way—who would you rather see do the stateroom scene from A Night At The Opera, the Marx Brothers or Laurence Olivier? Because while the latter might make a pretty good Hamlet, he'd be a lousy Otis B. Driftwood. Their work may not earn the meaningless praise of an instructor at an acting school, but you'll find no more perfect performances, and I'd rather honor what actually works on the screen than talk about some abstract theory of acting that leaves me cold.

There are many conflicting legends surrounding the Marx Brothers' rise to stardom, some no doubt true, but many nothing more than fanciful yarns spun by the Brothers themselves. With no certain way of separating fact from fiction, I've cobbled together the version of the story I like best—hopefully, it has more than a passing acquaintance with reality.
The Birth Of The Marx Brothers: From New York To Vaudeville

And let's not forget Milton, aka Gummo, born in 1893, who performed on stage with his brothers until leaving the act in 1918, and, for that matter, a sixth Marx Brother, Manfred, the eldest, born in 1886, who died of tuberculosis at the age of three months.
Here's a family photo, dated 1915. From left to right, that's Groucho, Gummo, mother Minnie, Zeppo, father Sam, Chico and Harpo:

"My father was a very bad tailor," Zeppo said later, "but he found some people who were so stupid that they would buy his clothes, and so he'd make a few dollars that way for food."

The term vaudeville had a very particular meaning in those days, referring to a variety show performed on stage, and typically featuring singers, dancers, acrobats and one-act plays, and playing at a circuit of theaters throughout the country. Vaudeville was distinguished from burlesque which featured striptease acts as well as from the "legitimate" theater—serious dramas performed in tightly-regulated, licensed venues.
From 1870 until its demise at the beginning of the Great Depression, vaudeville was the most popular form of entertainment in the United States.

"The fact that neither my mother nor her sister had the slightest talent," Groucho wrote later, "didn't bother my mother in the least. She said she knew many people in show business who didn't have any talent. At the moment she was looking at me."
If Groucho is to be believed, his mother's singing career lasted all of one number which came to an end when a prop chair collapsed mid-song under her rather matronly weight.

Donning a red wig, Harpo joined in the fun, playing the character "Patsy Brannigan" in the team's new show, Fun In Hi Skule, the first to rely primarily on comedy rather than music. Following a popular trend of the day, the skit was centered on the antics of school kids with Groucho playing the teacher:

"I don't know," Harpo, not yet playing a mute, would reply.
"What are the shape of my cufflinks?"
"Square."
"Not these. The ones I wear on Sundays."
"Oh. Round."
"That's it. Now what's the shape of the earth?"
"Square on weekdays," Harpo would say proudly, "round on weekends."
Other bits from Fun In Hi Skule were recycled for the classroom scene in Horse Feathers.
Chico, meanwhile, moved to Philadelphia where he worked for a while as a "song plugger" and a branch manager for a music publishing company before trying his luck on stage as one half of a singing duo. His talent as a pianist came in handy, and he picked up an Italian accent from his barber for between-song patter, but his penchant for gambling away the team's earnings drove away a succession of partners.
"His interests lay far afield in the ten ball in the side pocket," Groucho wrote of his brother, "and bridge, poker, and pinochle for stakes always higher than he could afford. If there was no action around, he would play solitaire—and bet against himself. Chico's favorite people," he added, "were actors who gambled, producers who gambled, and women who screwed."

In late 1912, Chico's bad luck turned into his brothers' good fortune.
Out of work again and without a partner for his stage act, Chico snuck into the orchestra pit and took over the piano during his brothers' show in Waukegan, Illinois. When Harpo recognized his brother's inimitable playing style, he hurled a stage prop apple at him, beginning an on-stage food fight that delighted the audience.
Thus was born a new act, the Four Marx Brothers.
"They sang, danced, played harp and kidded in zany style," said W.C. Fields who was briefly on the bill with them in 1915. "Never saw so much nepotism or such hilarious laughter in one act in my life. The only act I could never follow. I told the manager I broke my wrist and quit."

[To continue to Part Two, click here.]
A Note On Sources: There are many wonderful sources for information about the Marx Brothers. Among those at my fingertips are The Marx Brothers Encyclopedia by British film historian Glenn Mitchell; Groucho Marx's autobiography Groucho And Me; and his collection of correspondence The Groucho Letters; the transcripts of the Marx Brothers radio show, Flywheel, Shyster and Flywheel, edited by Michael Barson; David Thomson's The New Biographical Dictionary Of Film; three wonderful websites devoted to the Brothers, The Marx Brothers: Chico, Harpo, Groucho, Gummo and Zeppo, The Marx Brothers Council Of Britain and The Marx Brothers; the Internet Movie Database; the ever reliable Wikipedia; the films themselves; and whatever else I happened to stumble across as I worked on this post.
9 comments:
I love those pictures of the bros. when they were young. It's much easier to see the family resemblance without the wigs, mustache, etc.
The thing that really stinks about comedies not being recognized with awards is that they are the movies that people truly love--and I think are thus more deserving of praise. Most of us quote, rewatch and share stories about comedies much more than we do dramas. Not to mention that comedies are often just as good at revealing the depths of humanity as any drama.
Chico's favorite people," he added, "were actors who gambled, producers who gambled, and women who screwed."
love me some Chico [chick-oh]
Groundhog Day, baby, Groundhog Day. . . .
I didn't mention it, but Chick-o as opposed to Cheek-o is the way the Brothers themselves pronounced the name -- because he chased the "chicks" so much. But because of the spelling, most people assumed it was pronounced "cheek-o" and Chico being a very laid back guy never bothered to correct anybody.
Me, I've been calling him "Cheek-o" for so long that even though I now know it's "Chick-o," I can never remember to call him that.
It's much easier to see the family resemblance without the wigs, mustache, etc.
As a matter of fact, Chico once dressed up in Harpo's wig and outfit and fooled Groucho. Even the Marx Brothers couldn't tell themselves apart.
The thing that really stinks about comedies not being recognized with awards is that they are the movies that people truly love--and I think are thus more deserving of praise.
With the most glaring example being Cary Grant, who never won and was only nominated for two dramas, Penny Serenade and None But The Lonely Heart. No Awful Truth, no Philadelphia Story, no His Girl Friday. And on and on.
We here at the Monkey will be correcting that ...
This lifelong, hardcore, dyed-in-the-wool, eyebrow-waggling, Groucho-quoting Marx Bros. fan thanks you for this post. Looking forward to future installments.
In meantime, you put me in the mood to watch one of their Paramount films. Probably "Animal Crackers," which has, imo, the funniest dirty joke in cinema history: "Signore Ravelli's first selection will be 'Somewhere My Love Lies Sleeping' with a male chorus."
Hello, I must be blogging...
"Signore Ravelli's first selection will be 'Somewhere My Love Lies Sleeping' with a male chorus."
Funny you would mention this joke -- it was one of those pivotal moments for Katie-Bar-The-Door and me. We'd known each other since college and I had just moved to the Washington area and we were watching Animal Crackers in her apartment when Groucho got to that line. And she said, "Wait, what did he say?" and she rewound the tape and then literally fell in the floor laughing. And then suddenly we realized we were dating and the rest, as they say, is history.
First it was the Reading Railroad (we always loved reading about Reading) now its Cheek-o/Chick-o.
Where will this madness end?
Zeppo is mentioned twice, and Harpo is left out:
Groucho, and Zeppo—worked their way through the ranks of vaudeville to become big hits in the so-called "legitimate" theater of Broadway, and finally on to Hollywood where they are celebrated to this day as iconic screen legends. In order of birth, they are Leonard (Chico) 1887, Adolph (Zeppo) 1888, Julius Henry (Groucho) 1890 and Herbert Manfred (Zeppo) 1901.
My interest in Marxism was re-sparked today and I ran into this documentary about the brothers. You're probably familiar with it, but it's at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdTnEwu8MLY
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