Michael Clawson’s review published on Letterboxd:
Buster tries to build a house for his new bride, but calamity ensues as Murphy’s law holds true.
“What can go wrong will go wrong” is occasionally a guiding principle in Chaplin’s comedy, but I can’t think of it ever being carried to the extraordinarily absurd lengths that it is here. Misassembled in a series of supremely kinetic set pieces but somehow still barely holding together, the house comes to look like a spinning top designed by Kandinsky. I think I’ve been conditioned by Chaplin to expect this kind of thing to end on a hopeful note because the bleakness of the ending took me by surprise. But it’s true: sometimes you gotta cut your losses and know when to call it quits. It‘s who you’re walking away with that matters anyways.