Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Maxing Out On Max Linder

Aspiring Imp Girl Ginger Ingenue has requested more of French comedian Max Linder, and we here at the Monkey never turn down a reasonable request—or even an unreasonable one, within reason. Here he is in Le hasard et l'amour (Love Surprises) from 1913 with a plot I'm pretty sure the Three Stooges recycled in 1952 as Corny Casanovas.

2 comments:

Ginger Ingenue said...

Oh boy! :)

I wrote down the name Max Linder in my notebook, thinking I'd pursue more information and videos of 'em in the upcoming days, but you saved a bit work, time and effort for me! You really are a valuable piece of French Bric-a-Brac, Jamison. Remind me to give you a raise. ;)

Kidding. This is fascinating stuff!

You know, Max Linder does remind me, visually, at least, of Charlie Chaplin, and somewhat of Groucho.

The scene with all the suitors rushing in and out of the lady's parlor made me think of HORSE FEATHERS...if Max Linder could 'speak', I'm sure he'd remark, "A hot dog stand would clean up here!" :)

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On a different note:

I was wondering if you could help me with something; I'm almost finished with The Groucho Letters, and will soon begin Harpo Speaks, but I'd really like to read at least one book concerning all the brothers. Is there a definitive tome you'd recommend, Jamison?

And you're a lawyer in real life? -- Perhaps you'd prefer me call you not 'Jamison', but Flywheel. ;)

Mythical Monkey said...

I was wondering if you could help me with something; I'm almost finished with The Groucho Letters, and will soon begin Harpo Speaks, but I'd really like to read at least one book concerning all the brothers. Is there a definitive tome you'd recommend, Jamison?

I couldn't think of one, so I asked my good friend bellotoot if he knew of one -- he's forgotten more Marx Brothers than I'll ever know, which I modestly claim is saying something. He says there isn't one, not one he liked anyway. Although I did like the Marx Brothers Encyclopedia that I picked up at the library. Unfortunately, I think it's out of print, and it's not a chronological story either. But what's there is cherce.

Maybe I'll just go ahead and knock one off before breakfast. I mean I'm already 12,000 words into it, right?