It's weird how some people on a flickering screen can seem like your friends. Harpo liked the little guy. He made you smile with just a look. His reactions caused hysterics. His actions were devious but left you anticipating with delight.
His character is timeless because it followed no set cultural norms. His antics were not a reaction to the trends, they were completely his own. You could have Harpo guest on a variety show and he would keep your audience enthralled blowing bubbles. You could have him on your sitcom, and everyone wound up dressing and acting like him.
The strangest thing about Adolph Marx (he had the name before Hitler) was he found a freedom in creativity through his limitations. He couldn't speak as well as his brothers on stage, so he let his actions speak.
Beneath it all: the anarchy, the love for blondes, the cross-play against whatever was going on---was this contagious love of life. Harpo is my hero.
His character is timeless because it followed no set cultural norms. His antics were not a reaction to the trends, they were completely his own. You could have Harpo guest on a variety show and he would keep your audience enthralled blowing bubbles. You could have him on your sitcom, and everyone wound up dressing and acting like him.
The strangest thing about Adolph Marx (he had the name before Hitler) was he found a freedom in creativity through his limitations. He couldn't speak as well as his brothers on stage, so he let his actions speak.
Beneath it all: the anarchy, the love for blondes, the cross-play against whatever was going on---was this contagious love of life. Harpo is my hero.
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