Delightful proto-campus comedy with Harold Lloyd in fine form as the brilliantly naff title character who frantically strives to fit in with the jocks and it-girls of the undergraduate elite but fails worse the harder he tries. When he trials for the college football team they put him on the bench out of pity. Or to humiliate.
Still, when they are losing in the final with time running out, well, what’s going to happen? The freshman is one hell of a dweeb, but this is Hollywood. The comedy of awkwardness gives way to a feelgood triumph, which is satisfying because there is a story arc, rather than just a sequence of visual gags.
The jokes are amusing and imaginative and feed into the redemption narrative. This was a huge box office success and is pretty much flawless. Jobyna Ralston has little to do as the good-girl who believes in the underdog, but that was the usual burden of the female lead in a silent comedy.
One of the more heartening details is how the real college hero (James Anderson) is actually a decent guy and doesn’t join in on the cruel ragging. Harold does his familiar go-getter schtick as the cringingly uncool college kid who learns he should just be himself! This is the silent superstar at about his peak.