|Directed by||A. Edward Sutherland|
International House is a 1933 American Pre-Code comedy film directed by A. Edward Sutherland and starring W.C. Fields. Released by Paramount Pictures, the film was based on a story by Neil Brant and Louis E. Heifetz and was adapted for the screen by Walter DeLeon and Francis Martin.
International House was produced before the Hollywood Production Code took effect in July 1934, and is notable for the kind of risqué subject matter, humor and costumes associated with Pre-Code Hollywood. For example, Peggy Hopkins Joyce appears as herself and makes several humorous references to her many divorces, a topic that would become almost completely off-limits with the enforcing of the Code. Cab Calloway sings his song “Reefer Man,” which describes a man smoking marijuana and becoming high from it. Fields’ Dr. Quayle responds to what he mistakes as homosexual flirting with “Don’t let the posy fool you!” referring to his own boutonniere, which he tears off and tosses away. Several of the revealing costumes of the female dancers in the “She Was a China Teacup” song-and-dance routine show the bare outline of breasts, something that the Code would also virtually eliminate. In a gyrocopter scene, Fields sees a basket with a kitten under the seat of his female companion and exclaims , as he peers between the lady’s legs
- “My, what a cute little pussy!”.
In the sequence with the Austin – the smallest car sold in America at that time – W.C. Fields remarks that it had “belonged to the Postmaster General.” This was a potshot at Will H. Hays, the diminutive former Postmaster General who was then trying to enforce his Hollywood Production Code.
Don’t let the posy fool ya!
Author: wmorrow59 from Westchester County, NY
11 August 2005
International House is the cinematic equivalent of a root beer float: not exactly nutritious, but it sure makes you feel good. This is the kind of movie that somehow creates an atmosphere of great comedy, even when the comedy isn’t so great. Of course, it helps if you enjoy flicks of the Pre-Code era, the jazz and pop of the early ’30s, and performers such as W.C. Fields, George Burns & Gracie Allen, Cab Calloway, etc. (Personally I love these folks, and relish seeing them in practically anything.) Even so, you may find that some of the punch-lines fall flat, either because they’re based on obscure topical references or because they weren’t all that funny in the first place, or maybe because the jokes are supposed to be dumb and the dumbness itself is the joke. In the end I have to conclude that whatever success this film achieves is due almost entirely to the charisma of the larger-than-life personalities of stage, screen, and radio assembled to put the material across. I can’t think of another comedy with so many dead spots and missed opportunities that is so defiantly enjoyable anyhow.
Our story concerns the demonstration of a new invention, television, in a luxury hotel in Wu Hu, China. Dr. Wong, the inventor of this device (quaintly termed a “radio-scope” here) is entertaining bids from various international companies for the rights to his invention, and the competition for this prize forms what little plot there is. Clearly, the premise is just a flimsy excuse to throw together a batch of comic skits, songs, and star turns of one sort or another. Some of the stars have lost their luster with the passage of time; the male lead is a rather unappealing comic named Stuart Erwin who was mysteriously featured in several Paramount films of the period, while the leading lady is a once-famous celebrity named Peggy Hopkins Joyce who plays herself. Joyce was a former showgirl who was better known for marrying and divorcing millionaires than for her acting skill: the Zsa Zsa Gabor of her time. Happily, however, Erwin and Joyce quickly fade into the woodwork while we enjoy the antics of the more appealing players.
There’s a lot to enjoy here: Gracie Allen as the ditsy dame, hotel manager Franklin Pangborn in full fuss-budget mode, a strangely out-of-place Bela Lugosi as one of Miss Joyce’s jealous ex-husbands, and of course W.C. Fields as the drunken lecher Professor Quail. I’ve always enjoyed Fields a great deal but must confess I have mixed feelings about his work here. Quail isn’t the long-suffering Dad of It’s a Gift or the lovable rogue of The Old Fashioned Way, he’s sour and generally obnoxious. For me this characterization plays better in some scenes (i.e. his confrontation with Gracie) than in others (his destruction of the telephone switchboard). Fields’ funniest sequence is one in which he and Miss Joyce temporarily share a bedroom suite, while each is unaware of the other’s presence. I also have mixed feelings about Burns & Allen’s routines on this occasion, but even when their jokes are lousy they punch ’em across with sheer panache.
Who else is at the party? Well, Cab Calloway’s music is great, and his number in the uncensored version of this movie, an up-tempo tribute to marijuana called “Reefer Man,” is a real jaw-dropper — no wonder it was cut from the T.V. prints! Baby Rose Marie, already a seasoned trouper at age 10, is downright eerie belting out her torch ballad like a low-down, red hot mama. Rudy Vallee’s number has always been my cue to head for the john. And then, there are a couple of lingering mysteries: why is Dr. Wong is so doggedly determined to tune-in the six-day bicycle race at Madison Square Garden? And how did the two guys who call themselves Colonel Stoopnagle & Budd get into this movie? Their brief scene is a total dud, and their appeal escapes me completely. On the other hand, that musical number with the giant teacups, Sterling Holloway, and dancers with spoons in their hair makes me feel like I’ve suddenly ingested hallucinogenic mushrooms. In a nice way, I mean.
If nothing else this movie has given the world a notable punch-line, the one found in my subject heading above. This, of course, is Professor Quail’s immortal retort to the fussy little hotel manager when he assumes the fellow is making a pass at him. I went to a public screening of International House recently and overheard two different people quoting the line in the lobby beforehand. If you find that line funny — and I certainly do — then this oddball comedy may suit your palate. After all, a root beer float now and again never killed anybody.
A “must see” film!
Author: Norm Vogel (email@example.com) from S. Bound Brook, NJ
23 June 1999
This film has something for everyone: George Burns & Gracie Allen in top form, a bumbling Stu Erwin, a harrased hotel manager (Franklin Pangborn), and a new invention: Television!
Even WC Fields (whom I’ve never much cared for) is excellent in this film! It also contains Bela Lugosi in a rare, comedic role!
It also contains musical production numbers by Rudy Valle, Sterling Holloway (his parts were edited in after the film was made), and try to get the complete version of this film, so you can see Cab Calloway’s classic rendition of “Reefer Man”!
There is something for everyone in this highly entertaining film! (Trivia: There is a film clip that shows an earthquake occuring on the set of this film, taken during a scene with WC Fields; this has recently been exposed as a hoax).