Another Old Movie Blog: May 2026

Saturday, May 23, 2026

Memorial Day

Memorial Day, when heroes should be remembered with reverence for fighting not only for our country, but for the very idea of democracy.

Robert Cummings in Saboteur (1942) has an inspirational showdown of words with Otto Kruger.

Saturday, May 16, 2026

Happy National Classic Movie Day!

Happy National Classic Movie Day! I celebrate the continuing relevance of classic films. Here, Spencer Tracy in Judgment at Nuremberg (1961). I celebrate when movies took a stand.

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Thursday, May 7, 2026

Sons of the Desert - 1933

Sons of the Desert (1933) brings Laurel and Hardy into the fold of a fraternal organization that, with manly promises of fidelity to the club, gives them courage to deceive their wives and escape for a holiday at the annual convention without them.

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The hijinks are, of course, frequently hysterical, and it comes as a surprise that comedies such as theirs that, based on simple human foibles and predictable reactions, must launch from an ironic sophistication. Though their characters have childlike mentality, their creators are masters of the human condition.

Their first entrance, arriving late at the lodge meeting and picking their way through the audience to find a couple of empty chairs together down front is a great example of how even a simple situation becomes increasingly complicated and funny.

The human reactions may be predictable; the action is anything but. Gags roll on one after another with often surprising outcomes. Just the opening routine with them finally settling down to their seats ends with the loud and unexpected slap of their wooden chairs together when Stan pushes his chair up against Oliver’s, painfully trapping Ollie’s hand. Their timing, as always, is something amazing.

The elaborate gags are the point of the movie, of course; the plot is just a mere skeleton on which to hang the next gag.

The boys want to go with their lodge brothers to the national convention in Chicago, but their wives won’t let them. They live side by side in a duplex. Hardy’s wife is played by Mae Busch, who appeared in more than a dozen Laurel and Hardy films, often as Hardy’s wife. Here she is at her tip-top shrewish best, frequently pelting the squirming Hardy with every pot and pan in the house.

Stan is married to Dorothy Christy. Ollie tells Stanley he must be a man and not ask his wife’s permission to go to the convention, but to firmly tell her so. We find when they arrive home, Stan’s wife is out duck hunting and won’t be back until late. As funny as this is, it’s made better still by the nonchalant announcement from Mae Busch that she won’t be back until late because she is duck hunting, and the boys take it as a matter of course.

Of course, his wife is out duck hunting. Stan sits with Mae and Ollie until his wife comes home because he is locked out, and he contents himself by eating their wax fruit. Later, when Mae is frustrated with Stan, she yells, “You wax eater!”

When Dorothy returns with a brace of ducks and her shotgun over her shoulder, we may feel worried for Stan, yet it turns out she has easily given her consent to Stan going to his lodge convention. Weaponry or no, she has a soft heart. It is Ollie who has the problem getting out of the house. Mae wants him to take her to the mountains for a vacation.

Made in the depths of the Great Depression, it’s interesting to note that there is no reflection of hard times in this adventure. Their duplex apartments are modest, but they seem to have all the up-to-date furnishings and household equipment. We don’t know what occupations Stan and Ollie have, but they are apparently well off enough to take vacations. Especially when Ollie fakes an illness which requires him, he says, to go to Hawaii for a rest cure. Hawaii?

About the only hint of the Great Depression is the NRA “blue eagle” at the beginning and end of the movie.

He moans and groans, his feet planted in a tin tub of hot water, while Mae worriedly fusses over him. The doctor who comes, played by Lucien Littlefield, is actually a veterinarian Stan engaged for the ploy. Ollie asks Stan why he got a veterinarian? Stan replies with noble egalitarian tones, “I didn’t think his religion would make any difference.”

Mae is fooled, and allows Ollie to go on a cruise to Honolulu for his health. She doesn’t go because she gets seasick, but is okay with Stan going along to take care of Ollie.

Of course, they don’t go to Honolulu, they go to Chicago for their convention, take part in a rousing parade, and enjoy the convention carousing with overbearing party animal Charley Chase, from the Texas contingent. He is a practical joker who slaps rear-ends with a paddle and shouts approvingly, “That’s a darb!” when someone cracks a funny remark. He is also Ollie’s brother-in-law, but doesn’t know it because he’s never met him. Charley calls his sister as a prank, and puts Ollie on the phone, who is surprised to hear his wife’s voice, and nervously says, “Goodbye, Sugar,” as a matter of habit.

Ty Parvis sings “Honolulu Baby,” as part of the floor show (which Stan and Ollie pick up on and you will never get out of your head for the next day or two), and Charita Alden is a principal dancer showing off the alure of a grass skirt. They may not have made it to Honolulu on the ship, but Honolulu came to them.

The boys return home, but there’s trouble. The boat on which they were to return from Honolulu flounders at sea, is sinking and passengers must be rescued. The wives are frantic with worry, horror-stricken down at the steamship office to await word of survivors.

The boys discover the news when they see the dramatic headlines in the newspaper, and they know they’re in for it.

The girls actually discover the truth when they see a newsreel that shows Stan and Ollie mugging in the convention parade in Chicago.

When the girls come home, the boys’ first instinct is to hide, so they head for the attic. When they bed down up there, another gag is introduced that plays out over and over, when Stan says they will be like “two peas in a pot.” Ollie corrects him, “Two peas in a pod…Po-DUH.” Later on, when Mae Busch says the word “pot,” Stan will properly correct her, “Po-DUH.”

They boys will eventually end up on the roof in the pouring rain, fearful of Stan’s duck-hunting wife with the shotgun. When they are caught and must explain themselves, Ollie’s coy marching his fingers up the doorframe, a trademark move with Oliver Hardy to finger fiddle, and even his use of the theatrical chestnut, “That’s all there is, there isn’t anymore,” (see this previous post on Ethel Barrymore for the explanation to that one), does nothing to save his hide. Mae is furious and bent on killing him via chucking all the pots (or po-DUHS) at him.

Stan, unable to bear the strain, breaks down as only he can, and whimpers a squeaky-voiced confession. His wife marches him home, but there is no pot-throwing or shotgun firing; she forgives Stan and we see him all cozy with a box of chocolates because he has confessed like a good boy.

There’s a lot of action for a film that’s only just over one hour long. Sons of the Desert, the name of their lodge, became the name of the international Laurel and Hardy fan club, with “tents” all over the world bearing names reflective of their films. The Night Owls was a branch of this brotherhood in western Massachusetts, where a gentleman named Hal Stanton presided and also hosted a local television show programming Laurel and Hardy shorts. This is where I became a fan as a small child. Have a look at this post and its comments for more on the Sons of the Desert lodges.

And stop by the CMBA site for more blogs in the “Make ‘Em Laugh” blogathon!