Steve Coogan and John C. Reilly are totally believable as film legends Laurel and Hardy. The settings, in Hollywood and Britain, are impeccably 1953. The film looks great.
Laurel and Hardy were comedians, but this is not a comedy but a snail’s pacing, melancholy story about their last years, when they faced half empty seats in theatres. Producers didn’t want to make their films. Hardy’s gambling, arguing wives and bickering over business affairs soured their relationship.
This film is as predictable as a documentary, but I do not mean to belittle documentaries, which can be fascinating.
Duane said he liked it. He liked the relational aspect of it, he said. There were no guns or car crashes, I’ll say that.
My dad adored Laurel and Hardy and I watched him laughing hysterically at their movies. I appreciated them, too.
I wanted to like it. Five hearts for the actor’s great portrayals. Comedians often make the best serious actors. Minus three hearts for poor pacing/writing/storyline. That makes two hearts. Add one more heart for the scenery.