The matching lingerie was the key to finding the bra's owner. But really -- an old dude going door to door to find the owner of a lacy bra that his train snagged off a clothesline -- c'mon. And hot young chicks trying on the bra in front of the old dude? That gonna get gramps kilt in Detroit, much less trashy rural East Euro. I watched it and it was silent-film funny, and yes he got the whoopin he deserved. Nice ending, too.
Review of The Bra
