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Ever since the sixties, Buster Keaton has been championed by intellectuals, who like to place him with such 20th century masters as Kafka and Beckett. In claiming Keaton for high art, critics often exaggerate the strains of cynicism, pessimism, and irony in his work, while overlooking the sincere drama and laugh-out-loud comedy in the films, as well as the soulfulness and unflagging determination of Buster's characters. But if surrealism and black humor are what you want, The Love Nest is thoroughly dominated by both. It's not one of Keaton's most successful films, nor one of his funniest, yet I find it oddly compelling. If you want to see Buster at his nautical best, watch The Boat or The Navigator; but this is an interesting twist on the seafaring theme.

The last two-reel comedy Keaton made before embarking on full-length features, The Love Nest has several distinctions. It's the only one of his films for which Buster took sole writing and directing credit. And it's the only one that has no leading lady: a photo of Virginia Fox provides the only feminine presence. Having lost her, Buster sets out on a solitary ocean voyage in a tiny homemade boat (ironically called Cupid.) Days later, we see him adrift, weak, thirsty, and starving—and wearing a painted-on beard. He's rescued by a whaling ship (even more ironically called the Love Nest), which turns out to be captained by a sadistic tyrant (Big Joe Roberts), who punishes minor infractions by heaving sailors overboard and tossing memorial wreathes after them. The whaling ship is beautifully realized, with a grim, Melvillean raffishness; this section is remarkably similar to the later film The Sea Wolf in both look and theme. There are some wonderful moments. Buster gazes longingly at the view through a porthole, and then the captain comes up and takes the porthole away. Buster walks into the water with a gun over his shoulder and emerges with a fish he has shot. When he wants to escape in a lifeboat that's too heavy for him to launch alone, he goes below and smashes a hole in the whaling ship's hull, then sits in the lifeboat waiting for the larger boat to sink, calmly playing solitaire.

The beginning and end of the film are particularly weak, as though Buster wasn't sure how to justify the whaling ship sequence. (The very end appears to be missing, however, so who knows what the closing gag might have been.) I think at this point, Buster was eager to move on to feature films and weary of coming up with ideas for short films every other month. Many of his late two-reelers have odd structures, far-out premises, and a slightly tired, sour feeling. But The Love Nest is a strangely beautiful, dreamlike little film, and I like it because it's impossible to imagine anyone except Buster Keaton making it.

Perhaps it is the clichéd framework of the film that puts me off; perhaps Keaton is not quite as ingenious in this film as in others. Whatever, `The Love Nest' lacks the effervescence of many of Keaton's shorts. He is quite innovative in some scenes, the best his being caught with a rifle in his hands; without losing pace, he proceeds to go out and shoot a fish. This is part of his true mastery, salvaging a situation with hilarious results. Joe Roberts, who appears in several Keaton films, is good as the sinister whaling captain.

This short comedy is less polished than Keaton's best features, but it has some very funny moments, with a good finale that is clever and also suggestive. Keaton and the supporting cast pull of most of the gag ideas quite well. The setting might offer more limited possibilities than do many of Keaton's other short features, but they seem to have gotten the most out of the material.

The story opens with Buster, depressed because of romantic difficulties, setting off in a tiny boat to get away from it all, leading to many unexpected developments. Joe Roberts is well-cast as Buster's antagonist, and there are some amusing confrontations between the two. Virginia Fox also helps out.

Buster pulls off some good morbid gags, with his deadpan style serving well in making them work. There are also a number of nice subtle humorous touches. Most Keaton fans should enjoy this one.

If only a handful of excerpted highlights had survived from "The Love Nest" (a title which, incidentally, bears the most tangential reference to the action of the film, being an ironic comment on the hostile environment in which Buster ends up), we should probably be mourning it as a lost masterpiece. And indeed, in common with even the most unsatisfactory of Buster Keaton's shorts, it contains moments of pure originality: the man had an inspired talent.

However, on seeing it as a whole, I found it somewhat disjointed. The best of Keaton's work builds from one gag to its culmination in the next as a seamless whole, while this one comes across more as a series of assorted sketches, some of which sound good in isolation (the fish-shooting scene), some of which are in themselves a little lame ("All hands on deck"?), but only some of which really integrate into the central, darkly entertaining, storyline of the ship and her homicidal captain. And I have to confess to being disconcerted by some very poor quality special effects and the use of battered stock footage, in contrast to Keaton's usual emphasis on non-fakery: perhaps this was a deliberate statement of some kind on the nature of reality and non-reality, but if so it passed me by. While a number of Keaton's films, e.g. "The Frozen North" or "Sherlock Jr", rely on the dream-sequence theme, here it really came across to me as over-used: either the film is trying to be too clever for its own good, or else it strikes you as simply cheating...

Views on "The Love Nest" seem to be polarised between 'sardonic pinnacle of achievement' and 'not one of Buster's best'; those of us in the second category are evidently overlooking something! But -- while there are certainly sequences I should hate to see lost -- it's one of my least favourite silent shorts.

Buster Keaton decides to finish with the woman who breaks off their engagement and sail off to sea, but he ends up as a crew member of a ship run by a cruel captain who has a habit of throwing those who displease him overboard. Keaton's last short is a disappointingly average effort, suggesting perhaps that his mind was already on bigger things.

The great Buster Keaton's short films may have been inconsistent in quality, though certainly through no fault of his. There are some wonderful ones, such as 'The Scarecrow' and 'The Goat'. A few though disappointed, such as 'The Frozen North' and 'The Balloonatic', yet were still watchable (it takes a lot for me to consider any of Keaton's work unwatchable). What they have in common as the main reason to see them is Keaton himself, wholly deserving of his comedy genius reputation.

Keaton did though do a lot better than 'The Love Nest', not just short films but also his overall filmography. It is definitely worth seeing, has great things and Keaton himself doesn't disappoint, but for me the material, amusing but not his most inspired, and storytelling were flawed. If to rank his short films from best to worst, for me 'The Love Nest' is towards the bottom. Just to reiterate, it is far from terrible, actually did like it, just didn't love it.

A lot of good things can be seen here in 'The Love Nest'. Other Keaton short films may be more polished visually, with more refined editing, but the more surrealistic imagery is quite eerie and there is a lot of atmosphere in the stark photography. There is plenty of charm here, without being sappy, and enough amuses. Joe Roberts is a formidable nemesis.

What makes 'The Love Nest' worth seeing are two things. One is Keaton, who has great comic timing as ever, is daringly athletic and nobody before, during or since did deadpan more expressvely than him. When it comes to standout scenes, the highlight is the pretty ingenious, very funny and thrillingly staged climax.

So it was something of a shame that other aspects of 'The Love Nest' weren't as inspired. The story here is pretty weak, it takes a while to gain momentum, with the first third feeling over-stretched, and much of it feels rather thin and incomplete. It did feel like more was filmed but left out for time constraints, which would account for why structurally it felt slightly choppy at times.

Despite enough of 'The Love Nest' being amusing, not much is hilarious or particularly inventive. While the climax is brilliant, the very end is less so and felt almost like an abrupt easy way out. May be a little biased as it is a type of ending that has always come off as too much of a cheat and indicative of not knowing how to end it.

Overall, above average and worthwhile but generally not exceptional. 6/10

Now here's a Keaton short I can confidently recommend.

In contrast to "The Boat", Buster is not at the mercy of physics here. This time he causes the chaos, and he's aware of it. He spends the duration wriggling his way out of trouble, instead of more deeply into it.

The absurd tone of the whole thing is set by the goofs in what is a sort of anti-"Dear John" letter ("PS If you do not receive this letter, write me").

But what makes this special is the revelation that this is one big slapstick dream. And...all of that is wrapped within another envelope of absurdity, exposed to us in brilliant visual shorthand -- add them up and you have something quite uniquely cinematic.

"Even the best sunset isn't much good when your girl chooses the moment to tell you good-bye."

Buster's final silent short marked another inflection point in his career, but the gags are pretty thin here. The captain (burly Joe Roberts) blithely killing off crew members by tossing them overboard for the slightest offenses, then tossing one of a pile of wreaths after them and crossing their names off a list had a dark edge to it. Buster's ridiculously fake beard was pretty funny too.

Buster would of course go on to bigger and better things in his feature films in the 1920's, but these shorts have an appeal to them as well.

Remarkable, typically inventive Keaton short, laced with a horrifying comic disregard of death and an emasculating admission of inadequacy. Buster is a heartbroken swain who decides to cure his loss by forswearing women and manfully taking to the sea. Here he meets a mad brute of a captain who throws overboard any of his crew that displeases him. Buster's entirely spurious skill endears him to the captain.

Besides being a wonderful parody of macho Ahab-like naval nonsense, this is another Keaton fantasy as metaphysical nightmare. Buster is cast adrift on a metaphorical sea, boarding the ship of death, with the Grim Reaper as his master. Prowess, ingenuity and sheer accidental good fortune keep him afloat until a climactic, heavily resonant, chase through a labyrinthine ship.

I don't mean to weigh the film down with pseudo-meaningfulness, but the humour of Keaton's films has an eerie, lingering, resonant effect on the soul, similar to the Alice books. Supposedly comic froth, visual metaphors from his films haunt the mind for years after as unerringly accurate encapsulations of the human condition. No wonder Beckett adored him, although I know whose comfort I'd rather have.

And the film is very, very funny, ridiculous, clever, awe-inspiring. The gorgeous clarity of the film's imagery, and the eerie composition of space combine to create a convincing landscape of the mind. Keaton's physical grace may seem less showy than Chaplin's, but its very suppleness in modesty astonishes, as does his graceful negotiation of obstacles and forbidding spaces. Indeed, it is Buster's very freedom of movement that is finally redemptive - although he is a mere automaton going through his creator's paces, his inevitable imperturbility and melancholy dignity achieves an aesthetic, transcendence of beauty and grace. The typical Keaton revelation that the movie is a dream is not bathetic - our dreams of adventure are never a joke; but more importantly, the anxieties and desires of these dreams are both recognisable and deeply , painfully disturbing.

This was Buster Keaton's last short before he switched to features. Buster's timing however looks off and his bits look formless and ill conceived.

Buster gets dumped by his girlfriend and sets out to sea solo in a covered Boston whaler, The Cupid. Once on the high seas he sinks and is rescued by a whaling ship with a captain that would make Bligh look like a progressive. With minor infractions meriting being tossed overboard (the captain keeps a supply of wreaths for such occasions) Buster soon finds himself a crew member with a bleak future.

The Love Nest has a few comic moments but its choppy and sloppy style, little attention given to the broken romance (the print I viewed had severe damage) and deus ex machina climax allows scant opportunity for Keaton to fine tune his act. When he does such as the scenes to board the lifeboat or hunt fish with a shotgun his timing seems off and the slapstick breaks down. Love Nest is mediocre Keaton.

I watched this with my 2 kids aged 10 and 12 in attempt to give them some further experience of silent movies. We watched all the Our Gang comedies, including the silents, 5 years ago - we've seen several Chaplin films (Modern Times, City Lights). These few films we are watching of Keaton's will definitely start a new round of silent film appreciation. I think this is the funniest of the bunch we have right now, but my kids love the Navigator even more. They have even introduced a few of their friends to the joys of this classic era. It is painful to know of genius not recognized in its time, and I think that is why so many people compare Keaton and Chaplin so often. Chaplin got the fame and fortune, Buster got a bad deal and never lost his spirit. Keaton was an extraordinary human being as well as one of the film greats - remembered for his greatness of character and the depth of his on-film persona. I give this one a 10!

A BUSTER KEATON Silent Short.

Shanghaied at sea, Buster must keep clear of the skipper of THE LOVE NEST, a scurvy old ruffian who enjoys murder & mayhem.

Keaton takes some very serious ideas and develops them into a hilarious little film full of wild sight gags. Sadly, this marked the final appearance by Joe Roberts, who died in October 1923. Joe played memorable villains, huge & mustachioed, in many of Keaton's early films and was always great fun to watch. He was only 52 at the time of his death.

Born into a family of Vaudevillian acrobats, Buster Keaton (1895-1966) mastered physical comedy at a very early age. An association with Fatty Arbuckle led to a series of highly imaginative short subjects and classic, silent feature-length films - all from 1920 to 1928. Writer, director, star & stuntman - Buster could do it all and his intuitive genius gave him almost miraculous knowledge as to the intricacies of film making and of what it took to please an audience. More akin to Fairbanks than Chaplin, Buster's films were full of splendid adventure, exciting derring-do and the most dangerous physical stunts imaginable. His theme of a little man against the world, who triumphs through bravery & ingenuity, dominates his films. Through every calamity & disaster, Buster remained the Great Stone Face, a stoic survivor in a universe gone mad.

In the late 1920's Buster was betrayed by his manager/brother-in-law and his contract was sold to MGM, which proceeded to nearly destroy his career. Teamed initially with Jimmy Durante and eventually allowed small roles in mediocre comedies, Buster was for 35 years consistently given work far beneath his talent. Finally, before lung cancer took him at age 70, he had the satisfaction of knowing that his classic films were being rediscovered. Now, well past his centenary, Buster Keaton is routinely recognized & appreciated as one of cinema's true authentic geniuses. And he knew how to make people laugh...

It is the detail making difference by the other short films of Buster Keaton. A sad love story. A trip for cure the soul. A meet and a tyranic captain. A boat and military exercises. And the inspired end. The dream shadow is the perfect skin for what are more than adventures but interesting reflection about choices and heroism. And about adventures as root of perspective about life.

"The Love Nest" has a low-key plot, with Buster Keaton going sailing to wash away the memory of a failed romance, only to get hired by a hard-nosed captain.

It's nothing special, but a trivia point is that Virginia Fox (The Girl) would later have a second cinematic connection to the ocean. Her son, Richard Zanuck, produced Steven Spielberg's "Jaws".

I know, that's tangential. I just notice these things. Anyway, the movie's nothing special, but passable for its brief run time.

Buster's bride leaves him, and he swears off women and takes to the sea on his boat "The Cupid." He is picked up by a whaling boat called "The Love Nest," and joins their expedition. The captain (Joe Roberts) throws ships' boys overboard for spilling coffee on him, and tosses a funerary wreath after them! So Buster has to do his best not to get thrown overboard...

Buster can always make my smile. Lots of fun and laughs to be had here, as usual.

This was the last two-reeler Keaton made before graduating to features with The Three Ages, a much needed satire of Griffith's Intolerance.

In his final short comedy before graduating into feature-lengths, Buster Keaton treads some very familiar territory. Broken-hearted over a nixed romance (a frequent motif), he sets sail in a small, private boat (as in 1921's The Boat), falls under the gaze of a mean-spirited boss (big Joe Roberts, who played an identical role in The Blacksmith) and stumbles from one mishap to the next before, finally, realizing it was all a dream (another common story device, used in Convict 13 and The Haunted House, among others).

It's not Keaton's wildest ride, nor his most memorable, but it does offer an interesting juxtaposition between where he's been and where he's going. The laughs flow less freely, but they're better-constructed and wittier. The story has more focus and emphasis than the bare-bones scaffolds of a few years prior. He's developing as a writer and as a filmmaker, preparing for the amplified demands of a larger format while also straining to understand how his humor scales to that grand canvas. A transitional work, not an essential one.