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Haunted Spooks (1920)

*** (out of 4)

Harold Lloyd and his new bride move into a new house she's inherited and soon the ghosts start to show up but are the real? Here's one of the better shorts I've seen from Lloyd since there's laughs from start to finish. The various failed suicide attempts at the start are very funny but this got me remembering that all of the comedy greats of the silent era got laughs from suicide attempts. When the film moves to the haunted house more laughs follow including some politically incorrect ones.

I in the process of watching or revisiting all of Lloyd's short and feature work and the first few shorts i've watched that i had not previous seen, most notably Number, Please?, have not seemed to have the inspired genius of his features, relying more on the tired run-fall down-slapstick violence and chases of the over-rated Keystone films and Roscoe Arbuckle. They certainly had good moments but were did not offer the Harold of the features.

In Haunted Spooks though we have a film that is ingenious, hilarious and inspired.

From a wonderful introduction to Harold (he's in frame a good 30 seconds before you see him, a truly brilliant reveal) the invention never lets up. The film could easily have sustained 4 reels or more, there is so much going on.

The highlight is a hilarious sequence where Harold, left suicidal by yet another rejection, tries to find ways to do the deed. The result of one attempt involving drowning is priceless and as funny a gag as Lloyd ever produced. Another involving the typical self-absorbed nature of people as a man pauses him in another attempt to ask for a light and then the time while failing to notice the circumstances is equally riotous. It is a gloriously dark vein of comedy for Lloyd, and one he would revisit, that brings to mind Keaton - who often got great fun out of the subject, perfectly demonstrating the fine line between tragedy and comedy.

Here Lloyd does the same perfectly. To so generally happy a character as Lloyd generally portrayed (in contrast to Keaton's more dour screen persona) is ought to be a sad moment (and is one Chaplin would have milked for sentiment) but the triumph of humour over the tragedy is his genius. I know some over-serious types find the subject distasteful but that is to miss the comment which is the fine line between tragedy and comedy, a subject all the finest of the silent comedians (Chaplin, Lloyd, Keaton) understood well and exploited to wonderful effect.

Thankfully the overt ugly and lazy slapstick of violence and chases is largely missing here in favour of genuine laughs and ingenious devices. Bizarrely in the haunted house section of the film there is even a moment that evokes thoughts of FW Murnau's Nosferatu despite the fact that Lloyd's film pre-dates the German masterpiece by 2 years (and it's US premiere by 9).

Mildred Davis, Harold's future wife, is as delightful as always but it is Harold's maturing in comedic styles here that marks this out as a special piece. The only vague marring of the film is a racial stereotyping of the servants in the house - an unfortunate byproduct of the time that seen through modern eyes gains a more negative aspect - but we must remember the time in which the film was made and not judge too harshly for that - in fact Lloyd gives the moment of triumphant discovery to the butler, ably demonstrating his generosity in not always taking centre-stage (in fact Lloyd is missing from probably a quarter of the film entirely).

It is also interesting to note that the accident with a prop bomb which claimed index finger and thumb from his right hand and nearly killed him happened during production of Haunted Spooks, halting production for some months, and the prosthetic glove by wore to disguise this is first evident here. Indeed there are scenes clearly showing his real hand and others with the much lighter in colour prosthetic.

A must see for anyone who not only wants a good laugh but wants to see the mastery of Lloyd at his best in his shorts.

What's even more amazing watching Harold Lloyd's antics is the knowing the comedian was involved in what could have been a career ending accident a few months earlier. While in production for his movie "Haunted Spooks," Lloyd was posing for promotional photos using a bomb as a prop. He lit the prop, which turned out to be a potent bomb that was long thought to have been discarded by studio workers because of its explosiveness. But somehow it was mixed in with other normal, non-lethal bomb props. When it exploded in Lloyd's hand, the bomb sheared off two of his fingers as well as part of his face, sending him to the hospital for a 16-day stay.

"I thought I would surely be so disabled that I would never be able to work again," Lloyd said years later. "I didn't suppose that I would have one five-hundredth of what I have now. Still I thought, 'Life is worth while. Just to be alive.' I still think so."

With perseverance and a four-month physical rehabilitation, along with a prosthesis glove over the artificial fingers to hide the injury, Lloyd finished "Haunted Spooks," released in March 1920.

The injury didn't stop the comedian from performing his own stunts for his upcoming films, which was especially difficult since he was right handed and the lost fingers were on his right hand. But not once did he complain. And the handicap doesn't show through his post-accident movies, even with him hanging by his fingertips onto the ledge in "High And Dizzy."

Harold Lloyd desperately wants to get married. After being rejected for the hundredth time, he repeatedly attempts to kill himself until he runs into a lawyer whose client (Mildred Davis) has to get married in order to inherit money. The other requirement before she can get the inheritance: she and her husband have to spend a year in her uncle's mansion. The twist: it's haunted! Not really, but I wonder how far this basic plot goes back. It would be wrong of me not to mention that the film can come off as pretty racist, and that title means pretty much what you think it means. Black people, it turns out, are especially afraid of ghosts. But, hey, it was 1920, and, honestly, Lloyd and Davis are almost as scared as the black people (though their eyes don't bug out quite as much), and the second half of the film, with all the characters running around the mansion being scared by people covered in bedsheets, is hilariously madcap.

This short demonstrates all of Harold Lloyd's irreverence, his charm and his comic ability. Unfortunately, compared to others of his films, it does downplay his physical agility and he never finds the opportunity to climb a skyscraper.

The familiar setup is Harold's determination to meet the girl of his dreams and get married, coupled with the cliche of the heiress who must live up to the conditions of a will and visit a "haunted" mansion. Count on Lloyd to make the most of every opportunity for a laugh that comes his way.

Having seen this with a modern audience, I know that people today are distressed by the portrayals of African Americans in the film. That's really too bad, because the little black kid in this film proves himself a comedian easily on a par with Lloyd himself.