Oliver Hardy is in love and is going to be married to Babe London, who is almost the same size. Laurel is to be best man. While Hardy tries to dress for the occasion, some flies begin to light on the elaborately prepared wedding cake. Laurel is irritated by this and spritzes the entire cake with flit. There's a conspicuous close up of the can of Flit. It was a real product, and some people still call the old fashioned sprayer with a reservoir a "flit gun." Murphy's Law applies. Everything that could possibly go wrong, goes wrong. Hardy inevitably winds up falling face-down into the wedding cake. The apartment is ruined by falling furniture and decorations. Babe London's father, James Finlayson, objects to the wedding and Hardy and his bride must try to elope in a clown car. The preacher performing the wedding ceremony is cross-eyed and marries Hardy to Laurel.
It's one of the better-known shorts from the team, partly because of the climactic gag about the cross-eyed preacher. Some of the gags are adventitious -- a window slams down on the back of Finalyson's neck without any set up -- but it's still funnier than many of the other episodes.
When Finalyson, a Scot, showed up, it brought to mind the varied backgrounds of the cast, with Laurel from England's Lake District and Hardy from small-town Georgia with a father who'd been wounded at Antietam. And I began to think of how NICE it must have been to make up stories and jokes with the same people over the course of so many year, and without having to take anybody else home at night. There were abrasive moments. There always are. Laurel had some problems with producer Hal Roach. Yet, being part of a team like this and working with such amusing material, must have been reasonably pleasant overall. So much more satisfying than sitting in a cubicle, at an office desk on which the most interesting object is a Boston stapler.
It's one of the better-known shorts from the team, partly because of the climactic gag about the cross-eyed preacher. Some of the gags are adventitious -- a window slams down on the back of Finalyson's neck without any set up -- but it's still funnier than many of the other episodes.
When Finalyson, a Scot, showed up, it brought to mind the varied backgrounds of the cast, with Laurel from England's Lake District and Hardy from small-town Georgia with a father who'd been wounded at Antietam. And I began to think of how NICE it must have been to make up stories and jokes with the same people over the course of so many year, and without having to take anybody else home at night. There were abrasive moments. There always are. Laurel had some problems with producer Hal Roach. Yet, being part of a team like this and working with such amusing material, must have been reasonably pleasant overall. So much more satisfying than sitting in a cubicle, at an office desk on which the most interesting object is a Boston stapler.