Despite the presence of a W.C. Fields book gracing my bookshelf for the better part of a year, this was my first encounter with one of the artist’s films. In fact, having not read the book, I could have recited absolutely nothing about the comic himself or about his work in general. This simple 72 minute film seems an apt enough introduction to his style and persona and certainly lends support to an argument for me to see more.

The film, and likely Fields himself, should be categorized alongside Chaplin and Keaton, as well as the Marx brothers. It combines gags and physical stunts as well as doltish obliviousness and innocently earned outcomes. His simple screen presence seems both character and caricature. It is very likely that we will have more to come on this subject manner.
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