Proof That It’s Pre-Code
- Homosexual undertones galore.
- A bevy of scantily dressed squaws among many others, played, unsurprisingly, by white women.
- It’s implied that one woman really likes the Navy, and is trying to “make it” there.
- On choosing a seductress:
“What color do you want?”
“I want a white one!”
“White ones get dirty much quicker!”
“That’s fine, she’ll have to get dirty.”
- Our villain, to a pair of female spies:
“Let me know if they make any progress.”
“This is no time for sex!”
“That’s what you say!”
- Some of this movie’s musical numbers must be seen to be believed.
This Won’t End Well
I think it’s been a while since I’ve been so conflicted about recommending a movie.
“Is it funny?” asks you.
It’s one of the funniest films I’ve seen in months.
“Are you ashamed because there’s a long sequence in blackface at the end of the movie for absolutely no reason?”
Yes. Yes I am.
Mind you, the racial stuff you see here– Hugh Herbert is a Chinese man! — is only one level below such modern racial humor diatribes like That’s My Boy or Ted. The difference being that in Ted you can only call someone a fucking Jew/homosexual, whereas in Diplomaniacs they put on some bad makeup and horrible accent. Modern comedies are knowingly hateful; Diplomaniacs was insensitive. I guess we’ve gotten better?
Okay, I think I lost my point a bit ago. Diplomaniacs! It’s a hell of a film.
“Those are fighting words!”
It stars Bert Wheeler and Robert Woolsey. Wheeler is the younger man of the two and the one who always seems to get in trouble with women. Woolsey is the older shyster of the two, with a long neck and a scheming side that stretches a mile wide. He’s usually into women too, though it usually turns out that the woman has a more dangerous desire for him.
This formula allows for a variety of plots to be hung upon it, and Dipolomaniacs is a doozy. We start with the pair, playing Willy and Hercules respectively, at the barbershop they own. Unfortunately they decided to start their business on an Indian reservation. Native Americans, not famous for their facial hair accoutrements, regard them with displeasure, until the tribe’s chief (Edwin Cooper) instructs our two bumbling barbers to head to Geneva and represent the Indians at a peace conference.
After generously accepting their offer after threats of violence derailed their plans to embezzle some dough and escape, the duo makes their way across the Atlantic. However, a scheming arms manufacturer named Winkelreid (Louis Calhern; yes, Drentino from Duck Soup) endeavors to stop them so that they won’t derail the war that will soon be bringing him wild riches.
Winkelreid decides to do a two pronged attack to foil Wheeler and Woolsey’s plans. Half involves ordering up a blonde seductress named Delores (Marjorie White) to nail Wheeler and get his instructions, while Winkelreid attempts to get Woolsey hammered and steal his money.
Wheeler and White have some spectacular chemistry. After Delores sees Willy sing a sad song while both crying and finishing his dinner, she demands more song out of him. He’s reluctant, but she insists:
“Sing to me!”
“How about ‘One Hour with You’?”
“Sure! But first – sing to me”
He finally acquiesces (he resisted because, as he puts it, his pants were too tight), and we have one of the funniest musical numbers I’ve ever seen, as she cries “Sing to me!” and chokes him when ever he gets reluctant. The due eventually end up wrestling on the floor while they continue to belt out a semi-romantic duet, a damned effective send-up of dozens of Pre-Code romantic ballads.
Woolsey also fails at staying true to his mission, and is soon tanked beyond all reason. After being asked about letters, he responds fiercely:
“I hate letters! Tomatters? Okay! Spinach! Okay! But letters?! PHOOEY!”
However, Winkelreid only manages to delay the trip, and the duo still arrive in Paris with their mission still in hand. After being confronted by his munitions factory bosses– Poopen-Schmirtz, Schmirtzen-Poopen, Schmirtzen-Schmirtzen, and Poopen-Poopen– he decides that another femme fatale is needed. He drums up the services of Fifi (Phyllis Barry), a woman whose kiss melts men. Literally.
Fifi and Delores team up to try and take down the pair, but they’re too wily. The eventually make their way to the peace conference, only to find it as unmitigated chaos. Their peaceful overtures are seen as hostile and condescending, but are finally listened to when they point on an acrobatic routine and tell some bad jokes. I think Qadaffi tried that too at one point…
Winkelreid manages to trick them into thinking they’ve developed a lasting peace, but instead gives them a fake document. Offended by the idea that it’s been implied that a peace treaty worked, the nations of the world plunge once again into war, with Wheeler and Woolsey marching off to the front.
It’s… kind of wacky.
Then It’s War!
“I’ve got what it takes to take what they’ve got!”
The film’s overt political satire in some ways closely matches that of another and much more famous Pre-Code film, the Marx Brothers’ Duck Soup. In fact, Woolsey’s cigar habit and delight in being provocative seems to be barely a shade away from Groucho. Both are vaudevillian archetypes, with the major difference between the two that Groucho is always one step ahead of everyone, and Woolsey only thinks he is.
Wheeler doesn’t have a Marx analogue, luckily, as he’s a little bit Zeppo and a lot of femme instead (we’ll delve into that in a moment). The similarities between the groups pretty much ends there. While the Marx Brothers churned out a picture a year throughout the 1930’s and suffered their biggest flop in Duck Soup, Wheeler and Woolsey were notably different: they turned out 17 pictures from 1930 to 1934, the height of their popularity.
That makes Wheeler and Woolsey perhaps a more quintessential presence to understanding the Pre-Code aura, especially since the Marx Brothers, who have remained in the public eye for the last 80 years, have their only films surviving in their neutered, Code enforced edited versions.
Why both groups decided in 1933 to do a political satire (with the Wheeler and Woolsey film getting to the punch about six months earlier) may be because of politics or just kismet. Roosevelt’s election at the end of ’32 triggered an end to a lot of national skepticism that had built up because of the Depression, but both of these films are firmly rooted in the abject failure of Hooverism and the shadowy sense of dread that maybe the decade and a half old War to End All Wars wasn’t actually that war.
Duck Soup saw pride and nationalism as the inevitable issue with the world; Diplomaniacs sees a mixture of greedy business interests and human foibles as the planet’s undoing. Strangely, Duck Soup foresaw the short term issues, while Diplomaniacs feels much closer to poking at our current political reality.
Sure, we could have peace on earth right now. But where’s the money in that?
Let Us Be Gay (!) (And White)
So I began this review talking about the ending sequence in black face (which my blogging friend TarsTarkas nicknamed “a Mammy Whammy”), and there’s a lot that can be seen here in this film’s views on people of all races.
First, the film begins on an Indian reservation. While we’re served up a feast of cliches about the all-too-serious Native Americans, the film plays with expectations a bit. First, we’re given the Chief as a man of intelligence, wit and education; he’s portrayed as the smartest and most compassionate man in the film. He is, of course, a white man in make up, but I don’t think that diminishes his character by much.
Notably we next get a big song and dance number by the Indians (again, more white people dressed to look the part), and the song, a playful tune, is actually about how shittily Indians have been treated.
This sort of even keeled lampoonery is extended to Hugh Herbert’s character, uh, Chinaman. He speaks in humorous Confucian-esque sayings that more often-than-not are used as a way to deflate Winkelreid. He eventually realizes that he’s helping the wrong team (“You can’t be on the hero’s side, you’re a villain!”) and decides to row back to China. Herbert is about as Chinese as… well, the one or two things that aren’t made in China these days, and, again, the character, while crude, is still a step or two above how any actual Caucasian is portrayed in the film.
That brings me to the last bit, the aforementioned black face. After Winkelreid detonates a bomb at the peace conference, everyone emerges covered in soot. What comes next is a lengthy musical number with the title of “Are You Ready for Judgement Day?”. Some reviews I’ve read have remarked this this minstrel piece isn’t played for laughs in the same way as usual, as if it’s effecting a satire. I wouldn’t go that far, but the scene itself does underline the dark humor that’s coursed throughout the film. It’s reductive for it to be in black face, but it’s again showing just how brainless and gutless those men under the makeup truly are.
What’s even more shocking than the rampant racial humor is the way that Wheeler and Woolsey play with gender roles. In that clip I linked up top, you get to see them emerge from bed (with Bert in a nightgown) and Woolsey, after dressing Wheeler in a frilly nightgown, gives him a hard slap on the ass.
There’s also the matter that the men seem to have no deep attraction to women in this film. Though Delores is rambunctious and Fifi seductive, both have to chase their men, with neither ending up with the goods. Even the film’s ending, with the world on the brink of destruction, is seen as slightly upbeat as Willy wipes his brow, happy that he’s escaped Delores’s clutches.
These may be the most overt homosexual activity I’ve seen yet in the series, though, having caught a few more of their films after this one, I can say that there’s a lot more on the way.
Putting It All Together
In case I didn’t make myself clear very well in all of this description and dissection of the film (which are both a lot of fun to do), Diplomaniacs is a completely unhinged comedy that works for a deeply cheesy sense of humor. The film’s universe is one of complete comic madness, much of its humor like the film Airplane would later typify.
Wheeler and Woolsey have a splendid chemistry with neither half of the duo relegated to straight man, and all of their actions are matched handily by Marjorie White. Most of the songs are goofy fun, and it hardly lets up from start to finish.
Diplomaniacs is a fascinating time capsule, both as a forgotten cultural touchstone, a splendid satire, and for being, in spite of its racial undertones, one of the funniest movies I’ve seen.
Trivia & Links
- Mordaunt Hall gives this one a go in the Times. You can tell it’s an off week for him when one of his observations is: “It is a musical production in part.” His opinion is fairly dismissive, but noticeably he doesn’t mention anything about race. That stuff wasn’t a big deal back then.
- I was originally going to delve pretty deep into the homosexual undertones of the film, but I found this article at Bright Lights Film Journal did most of the heavy lifting for me. Check it out, it’s a good read, and touches on a number of movies that I’ll be hitting over the next few months.
Brian · July 20, 2012 at 10:47 am
About the climactic music number. The use of blackface in it could really create a lot of discussion as to what the exact intent was and whether it is offensive. It’s easy to write it off as an offensive product of a bygone era, but the overt political nature of the scene makes it difficult. Is it wrong to don blackface to appeal for world peace? Is there a statement being made here about the peacefulness of blacks and the warlike nature of the whites at the peace conference?
Diplomaniacs is a more difficult film than Duck Soup. The satire is far bleaker and the jokes are almost impossible to fully catch on one viewing. It’s an essential W & W flick, though not necessarily the one I would start someone with that was just getting into the duo.
Danny · July 20, 2012 at 2:08 pm
Unfortunately it was my first W&W, so I had to make due. I agree with you that the blackface isn’t there simply for the usual purposes, and the way the film treats all races is with a high amount of skepticism, whites, blacks and indians included. But it’s one of those things where it’s uncomfortable to recommend to people when you know something like that is present. I had some friends come in when I was part way through the film, and usually they just pass by to the kitchen, but they all started getting into the movie– until the blackface kicked in and everyone slinked away.
I’m not sure agree with you about the ‘peacefulness’ of blacks, but the minstrel aura was always played as one of blissful stupidity. In that regard, I’d say the movie is saying that even the ‘stupidest people’ know better than the leaders of the world how completely stupid their inability to get along is. The chorus of the delegates join in, insinuating that they may know this as well, but it’s their pride that won’t let them negotiate. Combined with the machinations of the businessmen are what lead to war.
I do agree with you that it’s more difficult, but I do think it may be a hair funnier. Thank you for your comment.
Outtamaiway · February 3, 2018 at 11:48 pm
We’re called Native Americans
Tars Tarkas · July 20, 2012 at 7:40 pm
Thees Diplomaniacs should be Diplodocus to the max, with baloney in their slacks. That’s what I say.
Danny · July 21, 2012 at 9:21 am
If that were a line from this movie, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Brian · July 23, 2012 at 3:15 pm
Well, the peacefulness of blacks sounds like a strange term, but in old movies how else were blacks depicted outside of Birth of a Nation? By and large blacks were depicted as simple types, foolish, but hardly capable of world wars. I do get what you mean though…the blackface number is so out of nowhere that I have never really wanted to watch this movie with anyone black around.
I would basically recommend pretty much any W & W stuff from their first film Rio Rita (1929) through the end of 1935 (on Facebook’s W & W group there’s an ongoing debate on whether Nitwits or Rainmakers was their last good movie). The Rainmakers is now on the Warner site along with Diplomaniacs, though it’s a post code film and more conventional. Peach you know about, Hips, Hips, Hooray is great, Cockeyed Cavaliers is great (last pre code one), etc.
Danny, feel free to join the W & W group on Facebook. We always have some fun discussions going on.
Danny · July 24, 2012 at 12:43 am
I joined up, and look forward to poking around. I’m working my way through the Wheeler and Woolsey stuff on DVD, and while haven’t disliked any of them, there’s a few I’m cool on– though you’ll see more of that next week. Peach and Diplomaniacs are definitely keepers, though.
Brian · July 24, 2012 at 3:23 pm
That’s cool. As a rule nearly anything before 1935 is solid to great, though for the purposes of this site I guess you’d have to stop after Cockeyed Cavaliers (last pre code outing). Dixiana is pretty tired, but it’s at least historically interesting.
Danny · July 24, 2012 at 9:17 pm
Yeah, I’ve watched Dixiana– it’s got its moments, and the color ain’t bad. I may try and catch a few post-Codes for my own curiosity, but I probably won’t covering them here. I’m definitely digging their style though.
Andrew · July 11, 2013 at 10:41 pm
If the blackface number in this movie makes you uncomfortable, be well prepared if you review “Wonder Bar”- that’s got a blackface number that lasts TWELVE MINUTES!
Danny · July 12, 2013 at 8:17 am
Oh geez, I’m definitely saving that one for a happy day. And as for this movie’s number, I’ve actually warmed up to it thanks to some conversations I’ve had. I think it just sticks out initially because of how it happens so suddenly.
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