Sons of the Desert (1933) review

The doltish duo of Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy (as "themselves") are members of a "fraternal lodge" and they're told they must attend a convention being held in Chicago but their wives Betty (Dorothy Christy) and Lottie (Mae Busch) aren't too happy about it, so they lie and say they're going to Honolulu for rest and travel to the Windy City anyway ... except when a typhoon hits Hawaii and the ladies are concerned they're in danger, they have to try and cover their tracks.  While do I recognize this early hour-long feature is over ninety years old and not all of the humor translates to modern times - I find Laurel pawing at his tuft of hair and Hardy constantly mugging for the camera to be irksome - the physical comedy still provides solid chuckles.  That said, hurling dinner plates and other breakables at your husband's noggin seems like domestic abuse ... but I suppose love comes in a variety of forms.