Snub Pollard and another heavy comic are reporters with an assignment to photograph a reclusive Scotsman. Snub dresses in a kilt (which blows up in the wind, a la Marilyn Monroe) and works with a camera with many peculiar moving parts. Nevertheless, they don't get the shot.
This is a pretty so so picture -- many, many many jokes. But the only ones that manage to be funny are the ones that are totally off color (the kilt jokes, and this oddly phallic picture lens). The pratfalls and other stuff is nothing more than a time passer. This, I suspect is a pretty good example of silent comedy not made by Lloyd, Chaplin, Keaton, Mack Sennett, or Hal Roach. It's just not terribly distinctive.
This is a pretty so so picture -- many, many many jokes. But the only ones that manage to be funny are the ones that are totally off color (the kilt jokes, and this oddly phallic picture lens). The pratfalls and other stuff is nothing more than a time passer. This, I suspect is a pretty good example of silent comedy not made by Lloyd, Chaplin, Keaton, Mack Sennett, or Hal Roach. It's just not terribly distinctive.
