Ein ausgekochter Junge is a weirdly charming silent mess

If you have about an hour and want to see what people thought was peak comedy in the 1920s, Ein ausgekochter Junge is worth a look. You should watch it if you like physical comedy that feels a bit like a fever dream. If you need a plot that actually makes sense or high-stakes drama, you will probably hate this one immediately. 🎩

It starts off in this busy women's clothing store. Ignaz Fischbein, played by Gerhard Dammann, is basically the errand boy who has to deliver dresses and stuff to customers. It’s the kind of job where everyone is shouting and things are constantly being dropped. I liked the messy look of the shop, it felt like a real place where people actually work.

Dammann has one of those faces that just looks tired even when he’s smiling. He’s not a classic leading man, but he’s great at looking overwhelmed. He has to go to a fair for a delivery, and that's when the movie stops being a workplace comedy and gets really weird.

The fairground scenes are the best part because they feel so authentic to the time. You see the old tents and the crowds of people who probably didn't know they were being filmed. It’s much more lively than something like The Soup and the Fish Ball which feels a bit more staged in spots.

Then we meet the magician. He’s exactly what you’d expect—big cape, intense eyes, and a very suspicious vibe. He hypnotizes Ignaz and this girl Mizzi at the same time. Suddenly, they both think they are married to each other. It’s a classic trope, but it’s played so straight here that it becomes funny for the wrong reasons. 💍

They just start walking around like they’ve known each other for twenty years. The way they interact while "under the spell" is mostly just them looking dazed. Mizzi, played by Olly Gebauer, is actually pretty good at the dead-eyed stare. I wonder how many takes they had to do because I would have been laughing the whole time.

Things I noticed while watching:

• The magician’s assistant looks like she really wants to be in a different movie.
• There is a scene with a dress delivery that goes on way too long but the payoff is okay.
• Sig Arno shows up and he always has that incredibly specific energy that makes any scene better.
• The costumes in the shop are actually quite nice, even if the film is black and white.

I kept waiting for the hypnosis to wear off, but the movie really leans into the confusion. It reminds me a bit of the chaotic energy in Love and Champagne, where everyone is just reacting to things they don't understand. There’s a moment where Ignaz tries to act like the man of the house and it’s just awkward. Like, deeply awkward silence even though it’s a silent film.

The editing is a bit jumpy. Sometimes a character is in one spot and then suddenly they are across the room. It’s not smooth, but it adds to the feeling that you’re watching something someone made on a very tight schedule. I don't mind it, honestly. It makes it feel more like a human project and less like a product.

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Paul Westermeier and Albert Paulig are in this too, and they do what they always do. They are reliable actors for this kind of stuff. They fill out the background and make the world feel a bit more populated. It’s not like Service a La Bunk where the cast feels a bit thin.

One reaction shot of Hermann Picha lingers for so long I thought the film had stuck. He just stares at the camera with this look of pure confusion. It becomes funny after about five seconds of just nothing happening. I think they just forgot to cut the scene, or maybe they just liked his face that day.

The whole "clever boy" title (Ein ausgekochter Junge) is a bit of a lie. Ignaz isn't really that clever. He’s mostly just a victim of circumstance and bad luck. But I guess that’s the joke. He’s a smart aleck who gets humbled by a guy in a top hat. 🪄

I found myself focusing on the background extras a lot. There’s a guy in the fair scene wearing a hat that looks way too small for his head. He’s just standing there watching the actors. It’s these little things that make these old films interesting to me. It’s like a time capsule that wasn't meant to be a time capsule.

The ending comes up pretty fast. It doesn't really explain much, it just kind of... stops. Which is fine. I didn't need a deep thematic resolution about the nature of identity. I just wanted to see a guy think he was married to a stranger because of a fairground trick. 🎡

It’s a light watch. Don't go in expecting a masterpiece. It’s a bit of a mess, but it’s a fun mess. It’s the kind of thing you’d see at a matinee and forget about by dinner, but you’d have a good time while it was on.

If you’re digging through silent comedies, this one is a nice break from the really heavy stuff. It doesn't try to be important. It just tries to be silly. And sometimes that's exactly what you need on a Tuesday night. 📽️

The lighting in the final act is weirdly dark. I don't know if the print I saw was just bad or if they ran out of lights. It makes the whole "marriage" feel a bit more ominous than I think they intended. Or maybe I'm just overthinking it. It's probably just a bad print.

I liked it more than I expected to. It’s not going to change your life, but Gerhard Dammann is fun to watch. He has this way of moving his arms that makes him look like a puppet. It works for the hypnosis bit.