One of Lon Chaney’s last films before his death in 1930. He’s mainly remembered now for horror roles, but was versatile and this wild romantic melodrama is quintessential. He plays a popular clown who raises a foundling that grows up to be Loretta Young; and a tightrope walker in his stage act.
And he tenderly, wretchedly falls in love with her. But she is attracted to a handsome aristocrat (Nils Asther). So will it end in tragedy for the sad clown? This is not the sort of picture which can be made now. It exists within the sentimental and mysterious principles of silent melodrama.
The casting of a 15 year old female romantic lead wasn’t unusual in its time. Loretta is indeed very young to be the love interest of two older men. She plays an archetype of the Victorian stage, a virtuous waif. But she has a luminous star quality on screen and is persuasively, dreamily melancholic.
This is the kind of film where a doctor will prescribe true love because the Count has a sickness which makes him neurotically laugh… And the same cure for the clown’s tears. There is no realism; it’s a vehicle for Lon’s harlequin makeup and the pathos of his unrequited infatuation. But for fans of silent melodrama, this is a knockout.