Bad Seed has got one foot on the gas pedal of the burgeoning heist genre and the other on the brake of sub-Keatonesque car hijinks. It's difficult to identify much, if any, of the "The Wilder Touch" in this early film, except perhaps that it's the child's toy car that finally catches up to them. One mostly for the Wilder completionists I think, but it is interesting to see Paris without so few cars and that (spoiler) the couple get away with it at the end.
A young man-about-Paris, cut off from his father's money, falls in with a picaresque gang of car thieves.