You Can’t Cheat an Honest Man

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In Brief: Despite certain shortcomings — at least when compared with his more nuanced performances at Paramount — You Can't Cheat an Honest Man presents W.C. Fields in the guise of his screen persona most people think of. This is the Fields of legend and of caricature. It's actually the Fields born of radio — the medium that he mastered when ill health derailed his movie career in 1936. In fact, it is grounded in his radio feud with Edgar Bergen's star dummy, Charlie McCarthy — the duo co-star in the movie, and their scenes without Fields can be trying for modern viewers. But when Fields is on screen, the film generally soars — in a somewhat haphazard way. Fields supplied the story — under the name Charles Bogle — and it's less a story than a series of comic scenes revolving around Fields as Larson E. Whipsnade, the owner of a financially beleaguered circus where he often has to double for his unpaid performers. Unlike his characters in the Paramount films, this is not a sympathetic character. He is, in fact, a bit of a scoundrel any way you approach it. But he's an amusing scoundrel in his very perfidy and chicanery, tossing off very funny comments — "Some weasel took the cork out of my lunch and then a Lompoc comes along and spills it all over the place," "You must come over to the lumberyard with me and ride piggyback on the buzz saw," etc. — and indulging his every petty desire. Oh, and that title — it's meaningless, though he does offer the sage advice, "As my dear old Grandpa Litvak said — just before they sprung the trap — he said, 'You can't cheat an honest man, never give a sucker an even break or smarten up a chump.'"  
Genre: Comedy
Director: George Marshall (The Ghost Breakers)
Starring: W.C. Fields, Edgar Bergen, Charlie McCarthy, Constance Moore, Thurston Hall
Rated: NR





You Can’t Cheat an Honest Man was the first W.C. Fields movie I ever saw. That I saw it at all was partly the result of the fact that my mother hated Fields (that’s a plus when you’re 11 or 12), but mostly because I was in my hardcore horror movie phase and had adopted the belief that anything with a Universal logo on it had to be good. Things are simpler when you’re young, but that simplistic and just plain idiotic idea led me to be introduced to Deanna Durbin and the soap operas of John M. Stahl, too. Regardless, I was an immediate fan — a fan for life — and spent days quoting (or misquoting) lines from the movie to anyone who’d listen — no matter how unwillingly.


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The movies have always loved the circus — and never so much as when they could parcel off a comic or a comedy team to its environs. The idea must have sounded better to studios and comedians than the reality. With the exception of Chaplin’s The Circus (1928), very few circus comedies rank among the best works of the performers at hand (just look at 1939’s Marx Brothers picture At the Circus). W.C. Fields’ You Can’t Cheat an Honest Man is a fairly happy offshoot — for the simple reason that it rarely is a circus picture in any normal sense. It wastes no time depicting supposedly entertaining circus acts. It’s nothing more than a setting for Fields to wander through and express the utmost contempt for the rubes that make up the audience for his fairly low-rent circus. When he’s not cheating customers at the ticket window (“No mistakes rectified after leaving the box office!”), hoodwinking the union, he’s shamelessly promoting acts like palming off two men of normal height as “the smallest giant in the world” and “the tallest midget in the world,” assuring the gullible throng, “They baffle science.”




Fields also ineptly and improbably doubles for missing performers like Buffalo Bella, “the only bearded lady sharp-shooter in the world.” At one point, he even fills in for the supposedly ailing Edgar Bergen and — with the aid of a fake mustache and oversized false teeth — gives us quite possibly the worst act in the history of ventriloquism. And that brings us to the film’s real ventriloquist act — Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy (with the help of additional dummy Mortimer Snerd). Immensely popular at the time, a little of them goes a long way today. It probably doesn’t help that Bergen isn’t a very good ventriloquist, but at least he — and the film — has the good humor to poke fun at the fact that you can very clearly see Bergen’s lips move when he works. But remember, it was the presence of Bergen and his wooden friends that made the film possible in the first place. If it hadn’t been for Fields’ radio feud with Charlie, it’s unlikely that Universal would have made the film in the first place.




What’s surprising is how much of the film is given over to Fields just being Fields. In fact, the scenes most people remember today are the ones where Fields destroys his daughter’s engagement/wedding party. Though probably based on a similar scene in Fields’ first sound feature, Her Majesty Love (1931), this is much more elaborate and filled with Fieldsian digressions. Not only do we get the delight of the Great Man tormenting his herpetophobic hostess by insisting on relating wild tales involving his friendships with snakes, but the whole movie comes to a screeching halt so that Fields and Ivan Lebedeff can engage in a ping pong game to for the occasionally uncomfortable benefit of his old screen nemesis Jan Duggan. While this sort of thing would be disastrous in most movies, it works perfectly here.




For as much fun as You Can’t Cheat an Honest Man is for the viewer, it was not an especially happy production. For whatever reason Fields and director George Marshall didn’t hit it off. Chances are good that this was Fields’ fault. Marshall was a comedy specialist who managed to work harmoniously with Laurel and Hardy, Bob Hope, and even Martin and Lewis. Fields, on the other hand, was notoriously cantankerous and easy to offend. The tension became so bad that Fields’ old director pal Edward F. Cline was brought in to direct his scenes, leaving Marshall with the plot and the Bergen-McCarthy material. You can’t tell that the film had two directors. How could you when the film is such a gloriously — and deliberately — preposterous mess in the first place?


About Ken Hanke
Head film critic for Mountain Xpress from December 2000 until his death in June 2016. Author of books "Ken Russell's Films," "Charlie Chan at the Movies," "A Critical Guide to Horror Film Series," "Tim Burton: An Unauthorized Biography of the Filmmaker."

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