Like a million other girls, Jenny, the waitress in a Middle West hash house, dreamed of her name in electric lights over a theater. It's a different kind of a love story. She worshiped Orme- for how he could flip flap-jacks! (Print Ad-Syracuse American, ((Syracuse, NY)) 14 February 1926) See more »
A sad waitress falls in love with dim douchebag and must pretend to be an actress to win his affection. It's archaic, but man is it inventive. The camera's perspective does a ton of the heavy lifting, effectively creating many of the cinematic tools we've come to expect at this point (hard cuts, close ups, depth and scope). Swanson is also way ahead of her time; really lives her character, both the helplessly zany humor and the deeply sad obsessions.
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