Review by Charles Cassady, Jr.
If you really need a break from last
week's ghastliness, be it the Brownscapolypse or Cavstastrophe or
Boston or tax deadlines, be at the Cedar Lee for a bigscreen revival
of a comedy that's so good that it's ranked among film historians as
simply one of the greatest comedies ever. Perhaps one of the best
films ever made, simple as that.
It's THE GENERAL. No, not a film
based on that CGI auto-insurance salesman (and by the way, what's the
deal with that General anyway? In what war did he serve? How many
people did he kill? How does that qualify him to sell auto insurance
exactly?), but rather the 1926 Buster Keaton masterwork, co-directed
by Keaton and Clyde Bruckman, but, let's face it, Keaton's show all
the way. For those lovers of Hollywood's true Golden Age (yes, hard
to believe there was one) who still debate the question of who was
better, Keaton or Chaplin, THE GENERAL is Exhibit A for Buster
partisans.

