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Another Nice Mess They've Gotten Into


Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy made one hundred and seven movies together during their iconic comedy partnership between 1921 and 1950. Though originally paired together by studio head Hal Roach, working together as much and as long as they did had to allow for a genuine friendship to flourish. That’s what Stan & Ollie is all about as it recounts the duo’s last tour in the U.K. in 1953 to help secure funding for a film project. And it’s quite a sweet relationship to explore.
In their sixties, Stan Laurel (Steve Coogan) and Oliver Hardy (John C. Reilly) have come together for a series of vaudeville shows across the U.K. while writing and waiting for funding to come through on a film project: a Robin Hood parody. But dwindling audience interest and a mostly incompetent producer (Rufus Jones) takes a toll as Ollie struggles with health issues and Stan continues to hold a slight grudge against his partner for making a film without him on contractual obligation sixteen years earlier.
Stan & Ollie is not entirely inaccurate, though it’s a classic example of altering the presentation of a true story to fit a particular kind of movie formula. The film mostly ignores Laurel & Hardy’s long working relationship after 1937 so the narrative of Stan still feeling bitter and the tour as a kind of reunion comes across more sensibly. Indeed the whole issue around Zenobia (referred to as “the elephant movie” in film) and the feeling of betrayal on Stan’s part is mostly an invention. While Stan did leave Hal Roach (Danny Huston) over control and compensation disputes leading to Ollie having to do Zenobia with Harry Langdon instead, despite its implication to the contrary, Ollie did sign that Fox contract after his with Roach expired. And there’s little evidence this affected their friendship. But it could have, Zenobia existing as essentially the only Laurel & Hardy movie without Laurel, which is what the film extrapolates on for conflict. It’s a banal conflict, one that’s been played frequently going back to the days of Laurel & Hardy themselves. But the movie is at least smart enough not to dwell on it too long. And even in these tiresome spells, the actors succeed at endearing their performances to us.
In the hands of Steve Coogan and John C. Reilly the classic comedians come alive and feel remarkably genuine. Both emanate a passion for their work as well as a tiredness which speaks to their age and their faltering star status. There’s something sad in how worn the old age make-up (and prosthetics in the case of Reilly) make them look. But when they recreate signature routines, musical numbers, and sketches complete with the duos’ unique comic timing, that falls away instantly and they’re some of the best scenes in the movie. The two actors’ utter investment rubs off and the becomes much like seeing an actual Laurel & Hardy scene. Coogan and Reilly’s chemistry also translates well to their off-stage lives and personas and the drama, with Reilly in particular shining as an infectiously warm Ollie. There’s an awkwardness to their interaction but also genial comradery, very much like two old friends spending time with each other after years apart. Both actors in one film manage to redeem their terrible parts in Holmes & Watson. The relationship between Ollie and his wife Lucille (a delightful Shirley Henderson) is also loveable, and though not as affectionate, Stan’s marriage to Ida Kitaeva (Nina Arianda) is sweet in its own way.
Not only does this film recreate specific scenes and routines of the pair but as they workshop their Robin Hood idea we occasionally see in Stans’ minds’ eye how it would be executed. And I like how in so doing, given the quality of the jokes and a very Errol Flynn-looking Robin Hood, the film shows how they’re a little behind the times. Everything about the movie idea seems like it wouldn’t work given what audiences were looking for out of movies in the 1950s. Notably, Laurel & Hardy are contrasted with successors Abbott & Costello, and the film makes a point to remind us how out of fashion they are by way of their star status not being apparent to most people they meet.
There are some pretty neat technical aspects to this movie as well. It opens in 1937 with one long take that follows Stan and Ollie from their dressing room through the studio lot to the sound-stage of Way Out West as they converse about their issues with Roach and where they are in their lives. Later we get some pretty nice cinematography on their last show, especially the final dance act.
Stan & Ollie is a sweet movie, paying tribute to the classic double act that went on to inspire so many others in cinema history. It’s not at all original and elements of the plot are mostly manufactured, but the dedicated performances and feel-good spirit carry it through. In an industry where real friendships between performers, especially in the early Hollywood days, were uncommon, this film is a testament to one of the best outliers.

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