This film happily survives from Max Linder's relatively brief stay in Hollywood to remind us what a treasure he was. Looking little different from his pre-war prime, his famous routine with the broken mirror (far more elaborate than most later versions) takes place surprisingly early in the film, after which Max's run of bad luck blows him across America with the law in pursuit rather like Cary Grant in 'North by Northwest', pausing for interesting changes in location and costume along the way (I particularly enjoyed his taciturn station master).
Review of Seven Years Bad Luck
