Stage director Bud Jamison thinks that Dorothy Christy's play in which her stage husband lets her go off with her lover, and even finances the move, is unbelievable, but she insists it's drawn from life. But her real husband, Andy Clyde, is confused by the goings-on. He thinks it's real. But will he let the lady go as easily as that?
Eddie Cline directs this, and the absurd confusions of movie-screen reality and stage-fakery is something he had been going over for a decade or so, particularly in the shorts he had directed Buster Keaton in. There's more of that here, and Clyde's stoic, slightly slow-witted reactions to the theatrical silliness plays very nicely indeed.
Eddie Cline directs this, and the absurd confusions of movie-screen reality and stage-fakery is something he had been going over for a decade or so, particularly in the shorts he had directed Buster Keaton in. There's more of that here, and Clyde's stoic, slightly slow-witted reactions to the theatrical silliness plays very nicely indeed.