This Buster Keaton feature length comedy is about as unfunny as a hospital operating room.
The picture has all the old hoke in the world in it. That ranges from a piece of business with a flypaper to a money-changing bit and, for added good measure, a chase. There are, in fact, two chases; but neither can for a single second hold a candle to Harold Lloyd. In comparison they appear child’s play.
There is one piece of business, however, that is worthy of comment. It is the bit where Buster as a motion-picture machine operator in a dream scene walks out of the booth and into the action that is taking place on the screen of the picture that he is projecting. That is clever. The rest is bunk.