The trolley story line, ostensibly the film’s premise, doesn’t show up until about the half way point. Like most of his films, the rest is an excuse for Lloyd to perform his comedic bits and pad it out to 85 minutes. His propensity to lose his job facilitates his gags and explains his free time. The Coney Island section has a number of clever bits. At one point he gives his image in a fun mirror the middle finger. Apparently that was allowed back then.
Thugs want Grandpa’s trolley route and modernize it with electricity. They can do this if Grandpa fails to run his route. It’d be an awful shame if something unfortunate happened. The Babe is late for a game so it’s taxi driver Speedy to the rescue. I understand that Lou Gehrig can be seen in a crowd at some point, but I missed him.
Speedy is an effective, if disjointed, silent comedy. I don’t find Harold Lloyd as inventive as Buster Keaton nor as emotionally impactful as Charlie Chaplin, but he knew how to please an audience. AMRU 3.5.
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