Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks in a vastly extravagant burlesque of Bill Shakespeare’s best laugh. The two stars often turn that into a howl.
Fairbanks and Pickford go to it knock- about. And Pickford takes the prattfalls. Two and each good. One lands her in a bridal gown while it rains in the mud with the pigs. The other is you-slap-me-and-I’ll-slap-you, and again Pickford goes kerflop, clear across the room to land on a feather bed this time.
Fairbanks skeletonizes the scheme when first meeting Katherine, the hell-raising daughter. He says, ‘Howdy, Kate’. She says, ‘Katherine to you, mugg’, or something near, and the warrior answers, ‘Kate, d’ya hear, plain Kate.’ Then to show her it stands, he and Katie roll down a flight of stairs.
While there is plenty of romance and dialog, slapstick and mud, there’s no dirt, so that part of Pickford’s career remains as clean as ever. Splendid settings in the Fairbanks massive production manner.
1967: Nominations: Best Costume Design, Art Direction