During a rain storm that follows a snow storm, Nancy comes to the train station to tell stationmaster Kennedy that he's needed at home to see his new twin infants. She promises Kennedy that Harry, her beau, will manage things just fine. Kennedy is dubious but reels off instructions and leaves. Harry's clueless. When a trainload of cabaret performers disembarks for a layover, Harry joins a rehearsing chorus line; Nancy sees him with these immoral women, so she declares she'll never speak to him again. While he cries in his lunch, she puts her morals and her skirt aside to join the rehearsal. When the train pulls away, will she leave Harry in the lurch? Written by
Watch Harry Langdon self-destruct before your very eyes.
This short vividly illustrates that without excellent material and the right director, Harry Langdon was about as funny as cancer. After a very promising career start and some lovely films directed by Frank Capra, Langdon went on a lengthy career down slide. The reason is that without great writers and directors, he just wasn't all that good. Don't believe me? Try watching his films for Hal Roach and Columbia Pictures. Instead of having strong plots, the films often just rely on Langdon mugging at the camera and overacting--and they are quite painful to watch--especially if you've seen his exceptional early work.
Here in "The Head Guy" there is once again only the barest of plots and Harry just seems to try to milk every scene for all its worth--and as a result has terrible comic timing and the film goes no where. It begins with Edgar Kennedy being called home from his job at the train station. He leaves Harry in charge and things happen but there really isn't any sort of theme--just rather random things that aren't the lest bit funny. First, Harry chases escaped ducks about. Then, he dances a bit with some dancing girls who just happen to show up. Then, his girlfriend becomes jealous of this. And, finally, the dancing girls leave and his girl is once again happy. Through the course of all this, there is barely a laugh and apart from looking at the baby-faced comic's dumbfounded expression throughout, Landgon doesn't seem to do much of anything. A sad film only of interest to film historians and people enjoying the prospect of seeing a once-successful comedian at his worst.
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