The Blacksmith

Working for the man yet again, Buster Keaton plays apprentice to a big, mean blacksmith (frequent collaborator Joe Roberts), spurs the boss into a fistfight with police, seeks shortcuts for all the manual labor and screws up every job. This one's pretty basic, just a simple slice of working life with a long string of destructive, bite-sized sight gags. After taking great strides in his earliest solo efforts, experimenting with the medium and exploring more layered stories, it feels like Buster's treading water here. With a characteristic, self-assured air, he systematically ruins a nice car (actually a personal gift from his soon-to-be-ex in-laws - damn, Buster, you're cold), smears paint and grease over a sparkling white horse and misuses a giant magnet; lightly amusing stunts, but these scenarios are neither as inventively hilarious, nor as jaw-droppingly daring as his top-shelf stuff. I actually saw two cuts of this film: one recent discovery from an old, dusty vault that is believed to be the final release and another, now regarded as an early preview, which had previously appeared in Keaton archives and collections. Neither is particularly good.