By the time this film was made just about everyone had given up on Buster Keaton. He'd been divorced by his wife, fired by MGM, and reduced to making obscure features in Europe and cheap two-reel shorts in Hollywood, the latter at a studio known as a haven of sorts for has-beens: Earle Hammons' Educational Pictures. As its name suggests, Educational had initially produced instructional films for schools, then switched to comedies without a change of name. During the 1920s a lot of quality work came out of this studio, but by the mid-1930s the place had become shabby and most of its product was bottom-of-the-barrel stuff, making its slogan ("The Spice of the Program") a sadly ironic joke. Buster Keaton, now an alcoholic ex-MGM star with a wobbly private life, became the biggest name on the lot.
Keaton fans know that his output of shorts for Educational was erratic: several of the films are depressingly poor, but a few of them feature a little of the old spark and can be put in the category of "not half bad." Grand Slam Opera, on the other hand, is something of a miracle, a genuinely enjoyable comedy that has the feel of Buster's best work from his heyday. It's as if the man suddenly pulled himself together and decided to show the world what he was still capable of accomplishing.
From the opening moment we know we're in for something special: Buster's character, a small-town dreamer named Elmer Butts, is hoisted by a crowd of well-wishers onto a train for New York and treated to a serenade of farewell, "So Long Elmer," a parody of a George M. Cohan song. The song kicks things off on a breezy, funny note, and when Buster joins in on the chorus it marks a rare occasion that his bullfrog voice was utilized to full comic effect in talkies. Then Elmer is off to the big city to try his luck on Colonel Crow's radio talent show, where he doggedly persists in performing a silent juggling act that makes no sense to radio listeners. (Colonel Crow's program represents a satirical jab at an actual radio show of the day, Major Bowes' Amateur Hour). Elmer meets a girl, she rejects him, and then when he discovers that her apartment is directly beneath his own we're presented with another great parody, this time poking fun at the Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers "meet cute" sequence in Top Hat. Buster's dance is one of the film's highlights, but for my money the best bit comes when he's waiting in the radio station's Green Room while a band called the Hoboken Canal Boat Boys plays a medley of various national folk tunes. Just for the sheer challenge of the thing, Elmer dances madly to each number, switching from Highland fling to Spanish tango, etc., as the music dictates. The scene is hilarious, exhilarating and impressive, and demonstrated that 40 year-old Buster still had plenty of energy and wasn't ready to be put out to pasture just yet.
It's interesting to note that the central premise of Buster's story provides a kind of hidden message concerning the state of his career at this time. The joke is that Elmer Butts refuses to adapt his act to the demands of an audio medium, radio, and insists on performing a silent act. But the wish-fulfillment upshot of it all is that Elmer's comic talent is recognized anyhow, and he eventually wins the contest and the girl. In reality, Buster Keaton still had plenty of hard knocks to come in his life and career, but for a brief moment, if only in this surprising and delightful film, he was on top again.
Keaton fans know that his output of shorts for Educational was erratic: several of the films are depressingly poor, but a few of them feature a little of the old spark and can be put in the category of "not half bad." Grand Slam Opera, on the other hand, is something of a miracle, a genuinely enjoyable comedy that has the feel of Buster's best work from his heyday. It's as if the man suddenly pulled himself together and decided to show the world what he was still capable of accomplishing.
From the opening moment we know we're in for something special: Buster's character, a small-town dreamer named Elmer Butts, is hoisted by a crowd of well-wishers onto a train for New York and treated to a serenade of farewell, "So Long Elmer," a parody of a George M. Cohan song. The song kicks things off on a breezy, funny note, and when Buster joins in on the chorus it marks a rare occasion that his bullfrog voice was utilized to full comic effect in talkies. Then Elmer is off to the big city to try his luck on Colonel Crow's radio talent show, where he doggedly persists in performing a silent juggling act that makes no sense to radio listeners. (Colonel Crow's program represents a satirical jab at an actual radio show of the day, Major Bowes' Amateur Hour). Elmer meets a girl, she rejects him, and then when he discovers that her apartment is directly beneath his own we're presented with another great parody, this time poking fun at the Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers "meet cute" sequence in Top Hat. Buster's dance is one of the film's highlights, but for my money the best bit comes when he's waiting in the radio station's Green Room while a band called the Hoboken Canal Boat Boys plays a medley of various national folk tunes. Just for the sheer challenge of the thing, Elmer dances madly to each number, switching from Highland fling to Spanish tango, etc., as the music dictates. The scene is hilarious, exhilarating and impressive, and demonstrated that 40 year-old Buster still had plenty of energy and wasn't ready to be put out to pasture just yet.
It's interesting to note that the central premise of Buster's story provides a kind of hidden message concerning the state of his career at this time. The joke is that Elmer Butts refuses to adapt his act to the demands of an audio medium, radio, and insists on performing a silent act. But the wish-fulfillment upshot of it all is that Elmer's comic talent is recognized anyhow, and he eventually wins the contest and the girl. In reality, Buster Keaton still had plenty of hard knocks to come in his life and career, but for a brief moment, if only in this surprising and delightful film, he was on top again.