Summary
A Parisian dandy, Max Linder’s alter-ego, shatters a looking-glass at the precise moment dawn light cleaves his boudoir, splintering vanity into seven jagged years of foreboding. From that shard-scatter second, the film becomes a kinetic fugue on superstition: every sidestepped ladder births a pratfall, every dodged black cat materializes as matrimonial chaos, every evaded crack in the pavement yawns into chasms of public disgrace. Mirrors proliferate—hand-held, shop-window, fun-house—each reflection mocking Max’s futile choreography of avoidance until the universe itself seems a carnival house bent on comedic vengeance. In the cascading calamity he loses fiancée, fortune, dignity, and nearly his pulse, yet gains a carnivalesque self-portrait: man as marionette to his own dread. The narrative pirouettes from bedroom farce to railway debacle to wedding-day apocalypse, all stitched by Linder’s mercurial mime—eyebrow arched like a skeptical circumflex, gait balletic as if on eggshells of fate. By the final frame, when the seventh year’s curse appears spent, a stray reflection winks anew, suggesting luck’s roulette never stops spinning.
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After breaking a mirror in his home, superstitious Max tries to avoid situations which could bring bad luck-- but in doing so, causes himself the worst luck imaginable.
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