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A sun-bleached boardwalk, a camera that wheezes like an asthmatic accordion, and three vagabonds—Billy Bowes’s wide-eyed dreamer, Al St. John’s elastic prankster, a third pal whose face flickers between innocence and larceny—collide with the American carnival of 1919. The plot pirouettes from slapstick baptism in a carnival tank to a midnight jailbreak staged with the geometry of a Marx fever-dream; it detours through a love triangle drawn in chalk on a pier, dissolves into a chase that swallows entire amusement-park galaxies, and finally exhales on a ferris wheel suspended between cosmic laughter and the void. Every gag is a stutter in the film-stock itself—frames missing, jump-cuts that feel like hiccups of fate—until the trio, now stripped of wallets but drunk on camaraderie, limp into a sunrise that looks suspiciously like a freshly painted backdrop. The real story is celluloid memory eroding: faces bubble, emulsion cracks, yet the anarchic heartbeat keeps thumping, insisting that friendship is the only plot that can outrun its own decay.
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