A Throat in his Frog

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Chuck Jones (director) and Michael Maltese’ (writer) ONE FROGGY EVENING has one of the lamest titles ever stickered to the front end of a cartoon, but it’s an undying masterpiece just the same. Of its many striking qualities, its uniqueness is a major one — it isn’t like anything else Jones, or Warner Bros, ever attempted. Since I learned in school that you can’t have levels of uniqueness — something is either unique or it isn’t — the peculiar feel of this film must be attributed to its being unique in multiple ways, surely?

It’s wordless. While Hanna & Barbera at MGM were happy to go mute with their Tom & Jerries, but Warners cartoons enjoyed the verbal element, even if the scripts depended less on wit than on speech impediments and abrasive accents. But Jones also made FEED THE KITTY, in which both main animal characters are non-verbal, and the Roadrunner/Coyote series, wordless save for the infinite supply of labelled crates and instruction manuals from the Acme Corporation, and the equally infinite supply of hand-written placards, suited to every occasion, which Wile E. can produce from the limitless expanse behind his slender back, as required. So wordlessness can’t be part of OFE’s individual spark, can it?

But there is a particular quality to the silent-movie approach in this one. The frog sings — the humans make no sound. This inverts the pattern of FEED THE KITTY which, with unusual realism, featured a talking housewife and a bulldog and kitten without the gift of language. The fact that the many words heard in OFE are lyrics, sublimely irrelevant to whatever situation they’re sung in, adds a further absurdity.

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Jones began his cartooning career with an obsessive quest for cuteness and sweetness, which the raucous atmosphere of Termite Terrace eventually exorcised from him. He could still access it when appropriate, but it would now be leavened with more abrasive elements — FEED THE KITTY is very sweet-natured, on one level, but scores its biggest laughing sequence with the cruel jape that the big dog thinks his feline friend has been diced up and baked into cookies. It’s maybe the one film that can make me laugh and cry at the same time.

But OFE is set in a world without sweetness. A seemingly contented demolition worker discovers, sealed within the cornerstone of a building he’s razing, a singing frog. He’s convinced this will make his fortune. But the frog sings only to him. All his attempts to monetize the amphibian result in his gradual destruction — humiliation, bankruptcy, homelessness, incarceration. Finally he deposits the frog within a fresh cornerstone, all set to ruin some poor workman of the future.

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Like Polanski’s TWO MEN AND A WARDROBE, OFE revolves around a central conceit which refuses to define itself. Neither symbol nor allegory, Michigan J. Frog, as he was eventually christened, remains his own man. It’s interesting to enumerate things he might represent, but his dumb, croaking face stares blankly at us (like Hypnotoad!) as if to dumbly insist that he’s just a frog. When he sings, a Jekyll/Hyde transformation overtakes him, and he is 100% singing! 100% dancing! No thought creases his green brow, the music just pours out of him. I Am A Singing Frog, is his statement during these transformations/performances. He is possessed by some slimy Muse. At other times, not.

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One explanation occurs to me and rather appeals: the frog as metaphor for Jones’ own talent. Perhaps he felt saddled with a gift which, though special and, to him, important, was not fully appreciated by the rest of the world. Let’s face it, any society where men like Jones, Avery and Clampett are paid less than the president has got its priorities badly wrong. Cartooning was a somewhat low-status job at Warners, though Jones earned a living rather than being rendered destitute by it. But he may have had moments of wondering what good it was to have this talent, when the world may have seemed largely indifferent to it. The nameless demolition man is cursed by his gift as surely as Llewyn Davis in the Coen Bros film. Frog or albatross?

Of course, there’s the Freudian angle, and you know I’m going there. Michigan J. Frog as performance anxiety. The damn thing works fine when I’m alone, springing to its full height and putting on a show. As soon as I try to demonstrate it to an interested party, it crumples up. I manipulate it by hand, trying to show what I know it’s capable of, but it remains defiantly limp, hanging boneless and shrivelled. I think I’m correct in saying Freud would immediately have diagnosed such a nightmare as having something to do with a body part, perhaps the liver.

(The society of OFE is almost exclusively male, apart from some switchboard operators used as scenery in a theatrical agency, a starlet’s portrait on the wall, and a couple of matrons trudging indifferently past the theatre where Michigan is intended to debut. When the show starts, the audience is all beer-swilling men.)

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When I first saw the film, I thrilled to its savagery — the relentless cruelty of the film’s one joke, directed at a character who may, it is true, have absconded with a musical animal which did not strictly belong to him, but who otherwise seems blameless (finders keepers being a well-established legal principle). The point seemed to me simply that the universe was hostile, and would reach out, for no reason, to crush an entirely insignificant man using insanely unnecessary force, for no reason. I felt Jones had stumbled upon a large and important and previously almost unrecognized truth. If there’s a slight flavour of Kafka here, that may be why. Finding a singing frog that, with inexplicable non-malice, destroys your life, is as likely and as irreversible as awakening as a giant cockroach: on the one hand, not likely at all. On the other, inescapable. It always happens and it always will happen. It has already happened to you and to me.

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9 Responses to “A Throat in his Frog”

  1. He’s actually quite a good singer

  2. Chuck Jones’s cute side was never far from the surface. Look past the striking Maurice Noble designs and a few sharp gags, and the adventures of daydreaming Ralphie Phillips are inches from Disney. His television specials gravitated to cute characters and stories, even when he put a bit of a Warner spin on the comedy. His feature “The Phantom Tollbooth” plays much cozier than the book. And in “Chuck Amuck”, his illustrations of Daffy manage to look cute. Heck, even Bugs seems a bit cuddlier. In fact there’s a sort of Walt Kelly quality to them (ironic because Kelly was reportedly extremely unhappy with the Pogo TV special he did with Jones).

  3. Footnotes to the frog’s career: When Warner launched a TV network some years back, Michigan J. Frog was their unironic mascot, singing and dancing in promos.

    There was even a Disneyland-type costumed character, built with happy eyes and huge open mouth to match theface in your top illustration. He appeared in a local parade and some hapless young newscaster was sent out to interview him live, Nobody remembered costumed mascots can’t talk — at least not in public. All he could do was wave his limited-motion arms after each question. I like to think that before and after the uncomfortable segment the guy inside the suit was regaling the newscaster with great lines, making the mascot true to his origins.

    Chuck Jones eventually made a post-Termite Terrace sequel, with extremely uneven gags of the frog cropping up through history (TV movie critics Siskel and Ebert give thumbs down in Ancient Rome). In the end he flies off with Marvin the Martian, who digs that music. For all the production it’s just sad.

  4. OFE is indeed a masterpiece, as are a handful of his other cartoons, particularly the morality plays (FRESH AIREDALE). His determination to inherit the mantel of Disney did not serve him well, and his transformation of Daffy Duck into Asshole Duck is unfortunate to say the least. In any event, ONE FROGGY EVENING really is as good as everyone says; unlike, say, WHAT’S OPERA, DOC?”—perhaps the most overrated cartoon of all time.

  5. I *love* Asshole Duck! He’s like George Costanza on benzedrine. https://dcairns.wordpress.com/2007/12/06/youre-despicable/

    I like What’s Opera, Doc? fine, but its main distinctions are technical (“largest number of shots”) and genre (“our only epic”). The funniest thing is the plump horse.

    The Rabbit of Seville, on the other hand, I find hilarious.

    Saw Jones present ten of his cartoons and talk, wonderfully, in the eighties. My feeling is that if he’d regained access to the WB characters then, he could have done some good stuff. He was making ads at the time which were fast-paced and funny.

    But by the time he was belatedly handed Bugs and co, he didn’t have the same gusto, so it’s a bit like watching Laurel & Hardy age. His happy ending contained a concealed tragedy (which, in fact, brings us back to OFE).

  6. I love the frog mascot story!

  7. You know, I hadn’t realised until recently just how many turn of the century songs I know the words to, purely from a love of Looney Tunes cartoons! Of course “Singing in the bath-tuuuub!” is a perennial!

    And surely every child’s first education in opera involves watching the Looney Tunes version of The Barber of Seville!

  8. Warners mainly valued their cartoons as a promotional method for selling records and sheet music for the songs they owned, which is why the toons are typed as Melodies and Tunes. They achieved far more than their intended purpose…

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