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iiy of harmless nuts in My Man Godfrey, or any real harm in them. They were delightfully, not dangerously coo-coo, and the one active menace, the girl who was trying to get Godfrey fired, played by Gail Patrick, was just a bit too charming for anyone to get wholeheartedly mad at.
No one could dislike the race touts, moochers, pugs and scarlet ladies in The Champ. Although they were aids alienating the Champ and his son and were obviously furthering the mother's cause, there was no loathing for them. They were pitiful or exciting, not repulsive or hateful.
There were really no unlovely types arousing antipathy or fear in Grand Hotel. It wasn't until Kringelein's ex-employer began to resent his presence in Grand Hotel that the audience felt any antipathy at all. The reaction then was the kind one feels toward Simon Legree in Uncle Tom's Cabin, or the sinister scenery-chewer in The Drunkard who snarled and sneered through a marcelled lip at the fair-haired hero and scared no one, including the hero.
Fact is, Kringelein's ex-employer provoked no great amount of sympathy for Kringelein until he started shoving the old fellow around and for a moment the audience loved and hated with everything they had, but we repeat, that hatred was momentary. It didn't last.
There wasn't one personality in all of Grand Hotel of any non-appeal to speak of, or one that got seriously in the way of Kringelein's happiness. As for non-appealing personalities in general, Charles Schneider's tribute to the late Monroe Owsley just about covers the subject.
"Owsley's face (for melodramatic purposes) was a perpetual sneer. On ocdasion it would relax into a leer. He smoked a cigaret more casually than most men could, and he flicked off the ashes with fingers that were always jittery. He seldom looked in the eye of the person to wrhom he was speaking, and his voice was unforgettably cold and hard.
"There have been few of subtle style who could tum an insult with more finesse, threaten a more casual blackmail, induce the innocent ingenue to come see his etchings with snakier slickness, or flash more dag
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