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The Electric House |
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Directors: Buster Keaton & Eddie Cline
Associated - First National, 1922 |
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| 27 minutes | January 2004 | ||||||||||
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The Electric House starts with Buster's graduation ceremony as the first of his comic misfortunes, including a mix-up of diplomas so Buster receives a diploma in electrical engineering. This leads to a job opportunity: electrifying the family house of the girl he's sweet on. A great chance, so Buster studies hard and soon installs a useful and impressive set of electric appliances. Escalator and dishwasher are useful; the electrified pool table is cute; and the electric toy train that carries plates with food out from the kitchen and conveys empty dishes back is the sort of thing that model-train enthusiasts dream of to justify setting up permanent track layouts in the house. When the family returns from vacation to try out their new electrified house, all goes well at first. But the fellow graduate who was supposed to receive the electrical diploma shows up and decides to cross the wires and sabotage Buster's showplace, so all the gadgets begin acting unpredictably. Buster's efforts to understand what is going wrong, and then to cope are hilarious. Yet he does cope, with thoughtfulness and perseverance including the actor's standard physical bravery as his own stuntman. The Electric House is funny, imaginative, fast-moving. An excellent movie.
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© 2004 Robert Wilfred Franson |
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