A big disappointment for me, Sidney Franklin's Constance Talmadge vehicle, "The Primitive Lover" (1922), is not a silent I'd recommend. The movie starts with what is obviously a trick scene enabling Constance and her companions to outrageously over-act for all they're worth. Unfortunately, when the movie proper starts, someone forgot to tell Constance. She continues to chew the scenery vigorously and her stagy demeanor spreads to her co-star Harrison Ford. Actually, as Talmadge herself was producing this tightly budgeted movie version of a minor Edgar Selwyn stage play that Broadway turned down, she didn't have to take any notice of direction. She obviously wanted to ham away in her close-ups – and her fans no doubt delightedly lapped up all her over-the-top highjinks. I didn't.