There's a lovely scene in the 1927/8 film Flying Elephants in which Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy (not yet then a couple) are getting married to their respective on-screen spouses. It's in volume 17 of my Laurel and Hardy Collection on the 'Swiss Miss' edition and very funny. The women in it are beautiful in a Maggie Gyllenhall-type way, which is to say that Maggie Gyllenhall has a kind of American beauty which appears to have been around for over a century. The conceit is that the film, which features flying elephants and various other implausible, anachronistic or absurd ideas, is a depiction of the Stone Age. Society, in the form of the King Ferdinand of the Cave People speaking through some scratches on a stone, decides that all males between 13 and 99 must be married to a female ("anyone's will do") within a standard terrestrial day. So the males go looking, attempt to club a few co-respondents whilst getting clubbed and so on, and hilarity ensues....
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