Ruggles of Red Gap (1935)
A youngish Charles Laughton plays the eponymous Ruggles, manservant to the Earl of Burnstead (Roland Young), an oldish Bertie Wooster type who, we learn, has just lost Ruggles in a poker game to Effie and Egbert Floud, a couple of new money Americans (Mary Boland and Charlie Ruggles). The Flouds take Ruggles to their up-and-coming, but still untamed town of Red Gap in Washington State, where Ruggles meets his first cowboys (also a "blackamoor" and a "chinaman!") milks a misunderstanding and becomes romantically attached to Zasu Pitts. That's the gist.
It's all good-natured stereotyping of the Wild West, nouveau riche society snobs, English nobility, American exceptionalism, and our country's special brand of historical ignorance. There was much whooping, back-slapping, and nicknaming ("You old maverick!" "C'mere you ol' grizzly bar!") to set off Mary Boland's unparalleled blustering expressions of mortification. Charles Laughton plays awkwardness so sweetly: at first while trying to fulfill his service role to a master that doesn't understand it, then again when he tries to act above his station as "Colonel" Ruggles. Eventually he comes out in the middle, like a good American. Not a spoiler: getting there is pretty fun.
Also, he's the only guy in the bar who can recite the Gettysburg Address.
We were lucky enough to see the film at our local treasure, the AFI Silver, with a small but respectable bunch of strangers, but it is also available on DVD at a certain megaconglomerate "book" store.