I surprisingly liked this better than its more famous Edison counterpart. Yes, it's alarmingly short to the point that it makes the Lumiere films look like mammoth epics. However, this one is much more pleasurable to watch with a modern eye. The performers here are just themselves - thank goodness there's no blackface/ugly stereotypes to be seen/associated here. It's much more self aware, and it's kinda cute. The performers seem to be really having a blast here, as opposed to the Edison one where they politely act out their embrace. I'm really happy that this charming snippet has survived all these years - on nitrate, no less - before being found and taken care of. I also love this rediscovery as it rewrites cinematic history! What other mind-bending treasures still await their chance to shine... check those attics, people!