Summary
Ink-stained vaudeville refugees Mutt and Jeff—two stick-figure malcontents whose very silhouettes reek of newsprint and nickelodeon sweat—storm off the editorial page and into the cobwebbed attic of cinema itself. Refusing the tyranny of panel borders, they barter their signatures for sledgehammers, dismantling the strip’s fourth wall frame by frame. In the husk of a shuttered nickel theatre they jury-rig a crank camera from rusted bicycle gears and celluloid offcuts, coaxing shadows to unionize. Each gag is a Molotov of paper-cut animation: Jeff’s beanpole body folds into a makeshift tripod while Mutt’s bulbous nose becomes a hand-cranked dolly. They audition alley cats as divas, recruit streetlamps for key lights, and splice their own laughter into the perforations. When the red-flagged premiere unfurls on a bedsheet screen, the audience—factory workers, newsboys, insomniac poets—erupts into a hymn of hammers. The filmstrip, now a living picket sign, leaps the proscenium and marches down Main Street, forever dissolving the boundary between creator and collective.
Synopsis
Mutt and Jeff go on strike and make their own film.
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