Trevor 🎃’s review published on Letterboxd:
Chaplin's 4th film with First National Films, produced to fill a gap while working on his first feature, The Kid.
Of his films under First National Films, which he had full creative control over, this is one of the weaker ones. The slapstick isn't as inventive as others.
One section I really did enjoy was when Chaplin's feet are stuck in the tar, he manages to lean forward 45 degrees, defying physics (think Michael Jackson in "Smooth Criminal").