Young Mr. Jazz, (Hal Roach, 1919)
So, not surprisingly, I've gone down a Harold Lloyd rabbit hole. Maybe, in the midst of this Trumpian madness, I needed some joy - which the world probably needed in 1919 as well. This morning, while waiting for the pellet stove to cool down enough for me to clean it, I watched a couple Harold Lloyd shorts, the first being Young Mr. Jazz. Not surprisingly, I tend to lump Lloyd in with Chaplin and Keaton, and I guess I'm still working out my order of preference (although the very fact that I made that statement shows what a dude I am). It's funny how consistently jazz was always held up as the very definition of bad behavior - we even saw it in Japanese films noir.
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