Yes, OK, another Keaton film. But don't give me a hard time about it, because this is (unfortunately) our last.
Specs:
Just over an hour long and absolutely packed with wonderfulness. Black and white. Silent. We saw it on Netflix, but it is easy to find on Youtube and other sources.
Our family's average rating (on a scale of 1-10):
8.63
More about the film and our reaction to it:
This movie is the height, the absolute apex of charm. Pitting rough, river-rat dad and his dandy of a son whom he has not seen for years, Keaton has chosen a theme that has been subsequently and continually worked for laughs by many over the decades. Buster's endeavor in 1928 may not have been the first to attempt it, but it certainly has to be one of the best.
Gruff dad, played beautifully by Ernest Torrence, does not do the best job masking his disappointment at how his son has turned out, but he tries to make the relationship work. That is, if by 'make it work' you mean 'force Bill Jr. into being a more suitable son.' Buster is perfect as the foppishly cute, childishly stubborn, but basically moldable son. He follows dutifully as dad pulls him along by the hand. He gamely lets dad call the shots on mustache- and ukulele- removal, as well as clothing and hair readjustment, but when he runs into his college girl friend (who unfortunately happens to be his dad's arch-rival's daughter), he draws the line. Buster's not giving up King's daughter (played deliciously by Marion Byron) and who can blame him; She is the cutest, spunkiest, gamest costar for Buster that I've ever seen. Her talents suit his well and their scenes together are a joy.
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