Harold Lloyd, in his last hurrah, is Harold Diddlebock, an inept clerk who has spent twenty years on the job. The boss calls him in, gives him a gold watch and a few thousand that Lloyd has save in the company account, congratulates him on his good work, and fires him.
The disconsolate Lloyd is talked into having his first alcoholic drink -- a concoction of majestic authority. He's also talked into betting the horses, and he wins. He wakes up a few days later to find his money gone. He's wearing a garish checkered suit and a silly cowboy hat. He now owns a horse-drawn cab and its driver and a moribund circus with ruinous upkeep.
How does he get out of it? Watch it and see. It's kind of funny.
What impressed me most was that Harold Lloyd could still play the kind of young man he had played a quarter of a century before. Some people don't show their age. I happen to be one of them and it's because I've never thought anything but pure thoughts. Lloyd's love interest is Frances Ramsden -- pretty but most notable for a glorious mane of fluffy dark hair. You can barely see her face. It's the kind of fleecy cascade that any normal man would want to run his toes through.
As a whole, the plot is kind of silly in the way that Laurel and Hardy comedies could go overboard. Two men wind up hanging by a leash from a forty-story ledge, with a lion on the other end of the leash. There's a lot of shouting and screaming. After the gloomy introduction it gets mighty fast.
It's funny without being challenging in any way, and worth catching.
The disconsolate Lloyd is talked into having his first alcoholic drink -- a concoction of majestic authority. He's also talked into betting the horses, and he wins. He wakes up a few days later to find his money gone. He's wearing a garish checkered suit and a silly cowboy hat. He now owns a horse-drawn cab and its driver and a moribund circus with ruinous upkeep.
How does he get out of it? Watch it and see. It's kind of funny.
What impressed me most was that Harold Lloyd could still play the kind of young man he had played a quarter of a century before. Some people don't show their age. I happen to be one of them and it's because I've never thought anything but pure thoughts. Lloyd's love interest is Frances Ramsden -- pretty but most notable for a glorious mane of fluffy dark hair. You can barely see her face. It's the kind of fleecy cascade that any normal man would want to run his toes through.
As a whole, the plot is kind of silly in the way that Laurel and Hardy comedies could go overboard. Two men wind up hanging by a leash from a forty-story ledge, with a lion on the other end of the leash. There's a lot of shouting and screaming. After the gloomy introduction it gets mighty fast.
It's funny without being challenging in any way, and worth catching.