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Sherlock Jr. / Three Ages
In 1917, when Buster Keaton completed his first day of shooting on his first motion picture, the Fatty Arbuckle comedy The Butcher Boy, he had a job to do. "Well, the first thing I did in the studio was to wanna tear that camera to pieces," he recalled, decades later. "I had to know how that film got into the cutting room, what you did to it end there, how you made things match, and how you finally got the picture together." Many of his films were infused with that curiosity, that gadget-man's exploration of the camera and the projector, but none of his films spoke so clearly to his love of the form--and the possibilities of it--than his 1924 picture Sherlock Jr.
Is there a better silent comedy than this one? Chaplin's City Lights or The Kid may have been more poignant, Lloyd's Safety Last! more thrilling, Keaton's own The General grander, more epic. But you'd be hard pressed to come up with a vintage comedy more delightful than this one, which packs endless laughs and startling cleverness into its brief, 45-minute running time. It was the third feature comedy for Keaton (not counting his acting-only appearance in 1921's The Saphead), who was still navigating the line between the anything-goes gagwork of his two-reelers and the narrative discipline necessary for feature comedies. Here, Keaton and his gagmen hit upon a story that allowed them to do both.
Here, our Buster is a motion picture projectionist who fancies himself a part-time detective. Neither job has exactly made him a rich man, though his best girl (Kathryn McGuire) doesn't seem to mind. However, his rival (Ward Crane) decides to impress her with an elaborate box of candy--paid for by a pawned watch, stolen from the girl's father (Joe Keaton, Buster's dad). When the father realizes his watch has been lifted, Buster offers his directorial services, but the rival slips the pawn slip into Buster's pocket, implicating him as the thief.
Discouraged, Buster goes back to work, but when he falls asleep at the projector, he imagines the figures on-screen as the girl and the rival. As a director, Keaton beautifully constructs this narrative artifice, intermingling his world with the one on-screen, as his character removes himself from his slumbering body and runs up the aisle to get in on the action in the movie. The sequence in which he tries to do so is the film's most iconic, and justifiably so--few images in his entire filmography are as memorable as his solemn figure jumping into the movie, and then being knocked about by the location shifts allowed by the editor's scissors. Poor Buster is bounced from cliffs to waters to forests to busy streets, and the technical wizardry is astonishing, particularly for the time period (Keaton's cinematographers reportedly used surveyor's instruments, since the effects had to be achieved in-camera).
But Keaton also knew that he couldn't just blow us away with the cleverness and the film technique--all of that had to be flawless, and the sequence had to be funny on top of that. It is. And then, once he had moved the story into both the dream world and the movie world, he could get away with stranger (almost surrealistic) bits, like the trick-shot billiards scene or the old-lady-dress-in-the-window escape gag. Throughout the entire movie-within-a-movie, we're charmed--by the speed of the narrative, the cleverness of the jokes, and the hilarity of the entire enterprise.
Sherlock Jr. originally ran about six reels, a more common length for a feature comedy, but Keaton was merciless in his editing, taking out every second that didn't play, sculpting it tighter and tighter until it ended up running barely over four reels. As a result, the movie never slows down; it's constantly surprising us with its ingeniousness, and even when it arrives at the climactic motorcycle/car chase, Keaton doesn't just see it as an opportunity to thrill us with his expectedly impressive stunt work. He does that, but he sees the sequence primarily as a clothesline for gags--and all of these are keepers.
By the time Keaton returns to the wraparound story, it's mostly tying up loose ends--we know the good-hearted girl will return to Buster, and that they'll live happily ever after. In Sherlock Jr., Keaton goes a step beyond that tidy resolution, constructing something akin to a meta-movie moment. The girl arrives in his booth just as the figures on-screen are having their inevitable happy ending as well; poor, sweet Buster, always sympathetic but (and this is key) never asking for our sympathy, isn't sure quite what to do next. So he glances out, through his projectionist's window, at the action on the screen; when the movie's hero takes the girl's hands in his, he does the same. When the hero moves her hair, touches her face, he follows suit, and so on. Seldom has a filmmaker so eloquently yet simply expressed how our actions and behaviors are dictated by the culture around us--how all we know how to do, whether we're playing it cool or throwing a punch or kissing the girl, we learned from watching it in a movie. And then he explodes his commentary, with one last, satisfying laugh.
Presumably due to the film's abbreviated running time, Kino has paired it up for this release as a double feature with 1923's Three Ages, Keaton's first self-generated feature comedy. Somewhat gunshy about the transition from two-reelers, Keaton hedged his bets a bit with this spoof of Griffith's multi-period epic Intolerance; if it didn't work, he figured, he could just release the three tales of love through the ages as individual short films.
The titular periods are the Stone Age, the Roman Empire, and "the present age of speed, need, and greed." In each story, Keaton is the love-struck boy, Margaret Leahy is the girl he loves, and Wallace Beery is the villain, a stronger and tougher contender for the girl's hand. The gags are still very much in the two-reeler vein, which is to say, slightly cartoony (you can draw a straight line from the shot where Buster falls off a cliff, looking up at the camera and blowing a kiss, to countless similar shots in the Looney Tunes library); there is also a flash of period racism, in an unfortunate joke with about a Roman dice game.
But if the laughs are more strained in Three Ages, it's mostly due to the confines of the structure. Though the parallelism of the tales is a clever conceit, the picture lacks the smoothness of his best features, and it begins to feel more rote as the film goes on--at least in the specific way that each situation and scene must have an equal in the other two stories.
There is some great stuff here, though. That baseball gag still kills, and the bit where he gives the lion a manicure is a scream (in a very Muppet-esque way). The famous roof jump (wherein Keaton reportedly missed his mark and decided to rewrite the end of the stunt) is a deserved highlight, and there's a wonderful symmetry to the closing images. Three Ages isn't quite Buster at his best, but mid-level Keaton is still a step above most comedies--then or now.THE BLU-RAY DISC:
We can't expect miracles with materials of this age, but Kino has continually strived to present the cleanest possible versions of their silent releases, and Sherlock Jr. looks better than it ever has with this MPEG-4 AVC transfer. Sure, there are the expected scratches and dirt, but they're only really noticeable during the title cards; yes, a couple of shots are considerably softer or more beat-up (like his first run down the aisle in the theater scene, or the trick shot around the 13 ball), presumably moments when less-than-pristine masters were required. But the contrast and detail is terrific, and the overall presentation is quite smooth.
Three Ages hasn't been attended to with quite the same level of care--it's only a couple of years older, but it does look a bit worse for wear. There's more visible print damage on display, some of it downright hairy (particularly during the chariot sequence and the police station scene). But those moments are fleeting; overall, it's still quite impressive.Audio:
As with the previous Keaton Blu-rays (and Kino's other silent discs), there's an abundance of audio choices for both films. Sherlock Jr. has four music options: a score by the Mont Alto Orchestra in both 5.1 DTS-HD Master Audio and 2.0 LPCM; the Club Foot Orchestra score, also in 2.0; and the mono vintage music track synchronized by Jay Ward. We sampled all, but mostly stuck with the Mont Alto 5.1 track, which is lush, well-distributed, and nicely matched to the action. The Club Foot score isn't quite as good--it's more contemporary, sometimes too much so. But it has its moments (Sherlock Jr.'s entrance is priceless), and it is a snazzily enjoyable alternate choice. The jazz track, meanwhile, is also energetic and fun, with a Dixieland charm of its own.
Three Ages has a 2.0 LPCM score by Robert Israel, a mono organ score by Lee Erwin, and a mono "anonymous piano score" (gotta feel bad for whoever slaved away on that one). Israel's track is the stand-out--it's lively and well-orchestrated, filled with nicely-timed hits. I found the Erwin organ score a little lacking; I'm sure my colleague John Sinnott will disagree, but these days, hearing an organ calls up images of the ballpark that are hard to shake, unfair though that may be. Beyond that issue, the track just doesn't have that much personality. The piano score, on the other hand, has some zest to it--it's comparatively sparse, but sharp nonetheless.Extras:
Kino doesn't give us quite the volume of bonus features included on their General and Steamboat Bill, Jr. Blu-rays, presumably due to the disc space taken up by the double feature. But the special features they have assembled are first-rate. For Sherlock Jr., we have the enjoyable (and painstakingly detailed) "Tour of Filming Locations" (9:56), in which Silent Echoes author John Bengston discusses the film's locations, providing voice-over accompaniment to film clips, maps, vintage photos, and demonstrations of the film's impressive special effects. "Movie Magic & Mysteries" (22:35) is a short documentary on the making of the film, written by film historian David B. Pearson. He explains the effects in even greater detail (showing earlier examples of the "matting" technique), finds allusions to other silent movies, and breaks down the "theater illusions" of the film, which Keaton pulled from his days in vaudeville. He also diligently examines the questions of Fatty Arbuckle's directorial involvement in the film.
The film's enthusiastic Audio Commentary by historian David Kalat is a real treat. His track is jam-packed with information, and while there is a sense that he might be reading his commentary (a pet peeve of mine), he's vocally expressive and giddy enough to put it across. More importantly, his analysis is whip-smart, particularly his description the picture as a vaudeville show--"one a slapstick routine, then a magic act"--and his dissection of the Arbuckle scandal. It's a first-rate track.
There's another fine "Tour of Filming Locations" (7:57) for Three Ages; it's expectedly detailed and fun. Next up is "Man's Genesis" (9:10), an excerpt from D.W. Griffith's 1912 short (it was a specific inspiration for the Neanderthal section), which is an interesting counterpoint. "Three (Separate) Ages" is a "speculative re-edit" that breaks the feature into those three two-reelers that Keaton had in mind as a back-up; it's a clever inclusion, though not an entirely necessary one.
User-controlled Stills Galleries are also included for both films.FINAL THOUGHTS:
Nearly 90 years (wow) after their original release, these Buster Keaton comedies maintain much of their original charm and hilarity. Kino's preservation efforts also remain admirable and (for the most part) successful. This double feature is a tad lop-sided; for all of its virtues, Three Ages simply can't measure up to the absolute delight that is Sherlock Jr. Then again, few movies can.
Jason lives in New York. He holds an MA in Cultural Reporting and Criticism from NYU.