Little Robinson Crusoe. It must be a discouraging task searching for vehicles in which Jacky Coogan can travel new stages on the road that he has paved for himself thus far with great prosperity. None of his later films seem much more than thinly gilded frames in which to set his brilliantly expressive countenance. In the current picture he is wrecked on a cannibal island, and disports himself amidst the cannibal cancan.
The Iron Horse. Heralds had busily prepared the advent of this luxuriously equipped film with announcements that it was a second...
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