McSweeney's said it well: "This guy makes Charlie Chaplin look like Jeff Foxworthy."
But Natalia Ginzburg's essay "Film" said it best: "Buster Keaton, as far as I know, left no memoirs. The silence within him and the silence surrounding him must have been immense. Old age vented its fury on him, laying waste his body and his parched, bare, defenseless face. And yet he remained himself, sealed in his silence, loyal to the infinite despair that could only be speechless, human speech being so pathetically inadequate, forever loyal to the infinite freedom of never uttering a single word."
(The picture links to her essay, but only read it if you have already watched the short film in the post below.)
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