A lady and her husband are employed by a theatrical agent, when the lady falls heir to the estate of a circus owner. The estate proves to be a troupe of lions, who create considerable trouble from the moment they arrive in the house.

Listen closely and you can almost hear the celluloid sizzle. In 1929, when the talkie tsunami was busy washing away the iris-in dreamscapes of the silent age, Tails Win arrived like a vaudeville heckler throwing peanuts at a coronation. Produced on poverty-row budgets but drunk on champagne audacity, the picture dis...


Comparing the cinematic DNA and archive impact of two defining moments in cult history.

William Watson

Lloyd Ingraham
Community
Log in to comment.
" Listen closely and you can almost hear the celluloid sizzle. In 1929, when the talkie tsunami was busy washing away the iris-in dreamscapes of the silent age, Tails Win arrived like a vaudeville heckler throwing peanuts at a coronation. Produced on poverty-row budgets but drunk on champagne audacity, the picture dispenses with haunted houses and instead installs a dozen full-grown lions in a drawing-room comedy, daring propriety to blink first. The result is a delirious carnival where claw me..."
William Watson
United States


Deep dive into the cult classic
Discover similar cinematic experiences
A Directorial Spotlight on William Watson