Starring Harry Langdon
October, 1927

Harry Langdon reaches for the moon in this and grasps ­ a feeble glow-worm. He has tried to stuff the plots of Chaplin's "The Kid" and Charlie Ray's "The Girl I Loved" into one picture. The result is an absurd, unbelievable story. To top the blunder, he makes you wade through thick layers of oleomargarine of pathos to get at the comedy. Harry clowns the part of a trunk heaver who always wanted a wife and a child. It didn't matter whose they were. He gets his wish one day, but they are reclaimed. We like Harry Langdon and hate to hear the sound of his flops. May his next be louder and funnier.

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