There’s got to be something good about Pig-Eyed. I just can’t think of it. I suppose directors Pembroke and Rock do show some competence; they save the stupidest gag for last. Stan Laurel falls seven stories without injury. If there’s never any danger to him, why be interested?
But that complement is a sarcastic one. The timing is probably more coincidence.
I suppose Laurel isn’t terrible. It’s not his fault (presumably) the short has no story. Pig-Eyed opens, appropriately, with him being a drunken buffoon at a night club. Of course, he’s not drinking at night, the short later reveals, but during the day.
He gets flirty with the club owner’s wife, gets thrown out, has further misadventures. Even without an original plot point, Pig-Eyed might have been tolerable with some original gags. There aren’t any; every gag is familiar from much better comedies.
It’s exceptionally lame.
Directed by Scott Pembroke and Joe Rock; titles by Tay Garnett; director of photography, Edgar Lyons; produced by Rock; released by Selznick Distributing Corporation.
Starring Stan Laurel (Drunk), Glen Cavender (Nightclub manager) and Thelma Hill (Girl in club).