"Why do I always get the part of a chicken that goes over the fence last?"
What a fun and surprisingly perky little film, and so emblematic of the quality of the late silent era... not least of all due to the lack of unnecessary intertitles. Gamine Pat is amazing, of course, and the film's rightful place in la cinema feministe is qualified only by husband Henry's closing complaints about his wife.
Synopsis: An awkward teenager hopelessly in love with her older sister's boyfriend tries to make him notice her.