A few posts ago I tried weaving a tapestry of flattery and reverence to Buster Keaton. What triggered this, I can't pin down exactly. It was a bout a month ago, however, when I became enthralled with the guy and silent films. Althought I've enjoyed silent films for a while now, I guess I never realized how amazing they were for their time until now. Everything is relative, especially when it comes to technology and what is "modern" for the time.
I don't want to say I chose Keaton over Chaplin, Lloyd, Arbuckle or others, but instead of. Maybe this time next year it will be a different ball game played by a different comic that draws me in. Though Keaton plays darn funny third baseman.