I've seen about a dozen of D. W. Griffith's Biograph Films starring Mary Pickford between 1909 and 1913 and this is the first one I didn't enjoy. It begins with a rather sad looking-man trying to give his fraternity pin to the curly-haired girl he loves (Mary). After several attempts, he goes out drinking and ends up somehow at the same house as Mary.
The next morning, in the middle of the film, the tone changes from light (very light) comedy to a crime film where some bad guys try to rob the house.
Griffith is usually funnier and much more suspenseful in his crime dramas. He seems to have been given a bad script and just ran with it. When you're turning out a couple of films a week as Griffith was, you can't have a hit every time.
The next morning, in the middle of the film, the tone changes from light (very light) comedy to a crime film where some bad guys try to rob the house.
Griffith is usually funnier and much more suspenseful in his crime dramas. He seems to have been given a bad script and just ran with it. When you're turning out a couple of films a week as Griffith was, you can't have a hit every time.