Last of the Charlie Chaplin two-reelers, and also reportedly his favorite. The premise is efficient and simple - an irreverent bricklayer tries to dodge his responsibilities (and his penny-pinching wife) between daytime shifts at the construction site and inebriated nights on the town - which gives Chaplin enough structure to maintain forward momentum and enough freedom to fit in all the silly hijinx he wants. Plenty of those to go around. Between the creative cinematic tricks (reversing the film for a high-risk game of two-story brick tossing), the delightful visual gags (stealing coworkers' lunches with a crazed construction lift) and the abundant physical laughs (nobody goes head-over-heels quite like Charlie), I barely had time to catch my breath between all the good bits.

Clearly, Chaplin had transcended the format at this point, and was more than ready to move into full-length features after experimenting with longer acts in _The Kid_ a year earlier. A tremendously entertaining, action-packed twenty-eight minutes.