Somewhere I heard Groucho tell the story of when the Marx Brothers came West to meet Thalberg & make movies.
The "Boy Genius" was always exceedingly busy, intensely-driven, involved in EVERYTHING at the studio and reportedly highly distractable.
Often, when the Brothers showed up for meetings, Thalberg was either very late (as in HOURS late) or didn't show.
Now Groucho said, "We weren't nobodies--we were pretty big stars at that time, so we weren't used to this..."
Thus when Thalberg was late again, they barracaded him out of his own office.
When he finally got in, he found the Brothers nude, sitting in Thalberg's giant (Wm. Randolph Hearst-sized) fireplace, roasting potatoes and playing cards.
Being the big boss and reknowned as a wunderkind, nobody ever zinged or joked-with Thalberg, being so intimidated.
Evidently he was won-over by them treating him like one of the boys...and the rest is history.
When I was growing up, a local t.v. station played Abbott and Costello movies every single Saturday morning for years. (The scene in the oasis, when they're in the Foreign Legion and a fish keeps squirting water in Lou's face...heh heh. Classic.)
Buster Keaton's story is one of the saddest of all those old Hollywood tales: one of those poor dudes that got the short end of the stick, like Fatty Arbuckle.
But as Richard said, their genius DOES still live...YES!
--Can I get an AMEN for those old legends?! :whack: ;)