Buster Keaton's 1928 silent comedy. Trying to eke out a living in the titular profession, finds Keaton at first meeting a secretary, Marceline Day, who he quickly becomes infatuated with so much so he gets into debt buying a camera set up which takes him a bit to get a grasp of (evidenced when he hears about a fire & ends up hitching a ride w/a random firetruck back to its station). The relationship between Keaton & Day starts moving in fits & starts w/a date at a public pool more event filled for Keaton (losing his oversized suit in the pool) but when Keaton finds himself during a riot in Chinatown, he's lucky enough to be in the midst w/his camera & a former organ-grinding monkey (?) to catch the fracas but when he shows up at Day's office (she works for a news concern) to sell his wares, it turns out he never loaded a film magazine in the first place or did he? Keaton rightly in some circles gives Chaplin a run for his money w/this whimsical take on the burgeoning profession which at this point must've been brand new w/Keaton's deadpan visage enough to sell the comedy w/out any physical antics to embellish any given scene makes this a winner.
Review of The Cameraman
