This one was pretty bad. A small part of that may again be the print. Blurry faces, to the point where I thought Clyde’s wife was Christine McIntyre until the actual Christine showed up. They even showed a picture of Christine beforehand and I couldn’t tell it was her. Speaking of which, her few moments of being flirtatious were the only good moments in this short. It looked like THREE PESTS IN A MESS level potential for her, but the scene wasn’t allowed to develop as it should.
Dick Wessel gets his most obnoxious role ever. Kind of reminds of the over the top sadism that McHugh guy (I forget which one and I’m too lazy to look it up, I got the olds right now), did to Keaton in one of those Columbia shorts. The plot moves at a pace of a 1913 Keystone yet without the great knockabout slapstick or Ford Sterling like glances that make those entertaining.
Not one of Columbia’s finest hours.