The funny stuff is in the back half, the beautiful stuff in the prologue, and it's probably among the oldest cinematic incarnations of the Comedy of the Awkward. The train ride I think dragged, and wasn't quite as masterful as the in-n-out struggle that makes up most of the film. Extra points for making a patently ridiculous tale about patently ridiculous customs. Also that domestic abuse gag, way ahead of its time in terms of commenting on the weirdness of 'conventional' morality. But I think I only giggled, so I'll reserve my stars for the Keaton that knocks me out.