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by Jesse Walker

Tuesday, September 21, 2004
ANOTHER MOVIE REVIEW:

The High Sign (Edward Cline, Buster Keaton, 1921): Buster joins a secret society of assassins. A man who walks and dresses like Charlie Chaplin appears, drunk, and starts firing a gun. Someone drops a banana peel, and no one slips on it. (It's 1921, and already they're doing Zen anti-gags.) By the climax, Buster is being chased through a house so filled with booby traps and secret passageways, you'd think you were watching a slapstick remake of Les Vampires. A great movie.


posted by Jesse 7:24 PM
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