With one movie, my whole opinion on Harold Lloyd has been flipped upside down. This might just be better than anything Buster Keaton has ever done.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
This is a fantastic film worthy of an in-depth review, but if you'll allow me this moment of silliness for it is almost my bed time:
This movie gets points for knocking Hitchcock, but loses them for implying Fred Astaire was in Singin' In The Rain.
Then you notice that Wayne Knight's character's photography was taken by someone named "Newman' and it's all worth it.