
Picture, if you can, Griffith’s ice-floe heroine swapped for a flapper in flour-dusty galoshes, her halo askew like a crooked halo of baguette steam—that is the mischievous miracle of No Darn Yeast. The film, a 1920 one-reeler that somehow feels three reels too short, pirouettes on the knife-edge between sacrilege an...


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Arthur D.V. Storey

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" Picture, if you can, Griffith’s ice-floe heroine swapped for a flapper in flour-dusty galoshes, her halo askew like a crooked halo of baguette steam—that is the mischievous miracle of No Darn Yeast. The film, a 1920 one-reeler that somehow feels three reels too short, pirouettes on the knife-edge between sacrilege and Sunday-school parody. From its first iris-in on a steeple so sharp it could puncture the sky, the camera winks: expect no hallelujahs here, only the sour stench of dough gone wro..."


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