Max Linder, as another reviewer pointed out, was one of the first film comedy stars--predating Chaplain, Keaton and Lloyd. However, tastes change and his fame was far eclipsed by these three men--and today practically no one remembers him--though he was an international star in his day. Fortunately, a few of Linder's films are available to see--though the vast majority of his films have been lost to the ravages of time on nitrate film stock.
While I will readily say that this is one of the least subtle and goofiest films of Linder's I have seen, there is also a likable silly charm about it. So, if you watch it, be patient and turn off your brain and enjoy.
The film begins with Max at his doctor. He's got problems with his nerves and the doctor prescribes a regimen of cold baths (eek!). The problem is that Max lives in an apartment and doesn't have a tub. So, he gets one--but this is NOT the end of his problems. What happens next is extremely nutty but fun.
When you see the film, it's pretty obvious the sets are painted. And, when you see Max scale the side of his apartment building, it's very obvious that the camera was suspended and he and the rest were really crawling across a painted floor (this is in no way like Harold Lloyd's "Safety Last", that's for sure). But considering it's 1910, it's all still quite clever and charming. Not brilliant--but fun.