Sherlock, Jr. (1924)

I haven't blogged a silent comedy for years, so here's Buster Keaton in what may be his most famous film. I've blogged one of his shorts before- Neighbours- but this is my first proper look at his work. Incidentally, it’s also the first time I’ve seen actors introduced on the intertitles after they first appear, not a bad idea.

First impressions are that Keaton himself is brilliant at comic facial acting, as you’d imagine. Second impressions are that the humour is reminiscent of what you’d think of today as cartoon humour, and there are lots of amusing moments but the film is clearly not renowned specifically for its humour. It’s often funny, but many silent comedies are funnier.

There are little jarring reminders of just how long ago 1924 was- the spelling “to-day”and pianos in cinemas. But much else feels surprisingly timeless, not least the humour. And the most impressive thing about the film is, of course, the violence done to the fourth wall as the Keaton character dreams his dreamy little dream and there’s an extraordinary sequence of him walking into the cinema screen amongst various different scenes. And the comical centre of the film- the attempts of “Sherlock Jr” to solve a crime while the culprits try to kill him by, among other things, blowing him up with an exploding pool ball, is both laugh out loud funny and utterly surreal, along with the extraordinary chase sequence at the end. All these scenes are enormous technical accomplishments.

No more than quite good as a comedy, then, despite Keaton’s personal talent. But the film is surreal, groundbreaking and splendidly weird. I think my next silent comedy won’t be after so large a gap.