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It's too bad the title of this film would be a turn-off to many people, because the story is delightful, the acting fantastic, and the print that I saw of the film excellent. This has become one of my favorite of all Mary Pickford films.

After watching Amy Burkeses transition from high-brow Fifth Avenue to the ghettos of New York I had to read the book it was based on. The film is quite different than the novel, but both are enjoyable in their own ways. Mary's script makes the romance a little sweeter, and the storyline in her film is less political.

I would love to see this one on DVD with a new musical score.

When I sat down to watch The Hoodlum quite frankly I was expecting a gangster film of sorts even though it starred Mary Pickford. It was not what I thought it would be given the title, but it was a chance for Mary to show off her considerable talent and appeal.

The Hoodlum finds Mary the granddaughter of Ralph Lewis a John D. Rockefeller like tycoon who gives her whatever she needs. The mansion she lives in looks very much modeled on the Rockefeller Estate in Pocantico Hills in Tarrytown, New York. She's spoiled and bored and after a tiff with granddad, goes to live with her father on Craigen Street in the middle of a slum in the inner city. But father who is writing a sociological urban treatise has precious little time for her also, so Mary learns the ways of Craigen Street very fast.

If Mary Pickford wasn't America's Sweetheart she might well have been called America's Imp from this film. In The Hoodlum she gets to show off her considerable comedic talents when fleeing from the law. The family chauffeur 'let' her drive the car and her speeding results in a hilarious car chase with the local law. And her second chase seen with a city cop after she cleans the clocks of the other kids in a crap game is worthy of anything Mack Sennett or Charlie Chaplin might have done in their films.

The Hoodlum is a different take on Mary Pickford and one her considerable legion of fans should not miss.

It remains true that some of the greatest films ever made hail from the silent era; proliferate icon that she was, many of Mary Pickford's many films remain esteemed classics. Not all works of the time are equal, though, be it a matter of emphasis on outdated social values, different sensibilities of film-making or storytelling, or possibly just weak writing or direction generally, so even where Pickford is concerned one must sit to watch with high expectations while being prepared for a lesser experience. With all this in mind, I do think that 1919's 'The hoodlum' may be a title that doesn't perfectly hold up: in early scenes alone, some of the humor suggests cruelty to animals, and I earnestly question how some animals on set were treated; even for a flick in which a mean, haughty person will have a change of heart, there is initially a level of wickedness on display, that of the wealthy and powerful selfishly operating at will without care for anyone else, that is extra off-putting. Additional smidgens of those outdated social values, such as passing sexist remarks about women, don't specifically help to curry favor, and more substantively, there are points where the writing seems to take shortcuts that we can only take at face value, such as that early beat when protagonist Amy abruptly decides to change her plans, upsetting her grandfather.

Still, though there are odds and ends that don't come off so well in retrospect, there is much to appreciate in these eighty minutes. Even if the treatment and the scene writing can be rough, there is a sincere narrative with meaningful themes at the core as a pointedly unsympathetic person learns what's important in life and changes their ways. (And some scenes actually are very well done, moreover a credit to editor Edward McDermott.) The humor is often mild, and some scenes are all but cartoonish, with some tidbits that may even raise a skeptical eyebrow, but there is definitely fun to be had along the way, and this is a piece with heart that also happens to be reasonably entertaining. The acting and Sidney Franklin's direction may fall on the more forthright side of the spectrum - reflecting not the more subtle, natural performances that modern audiences are used to, and which would develop over time in the silent era, but the more exaggerated facial expressions and body language that were ported from the stage to compensate for lack of sound and verbal dialogue - but even at that the cast give spirited, capable performances, and Franklin ably keeps the proceedings fresh with just the right measure of pep and vitality. There are sure highlights throughout, such as a sequence in which Amy is caught in a rainstorm.

And when it comes to the nuts and bolts of the feature this is as well made as most any of its contemporaries. The costume design, hair, makeup, and especially the sets give us big eyefuls to take in, and they all look fantastic; where stunts, effects, and otherwise action come into play they are excellent. I admire the intertitles both for their writing - in particular, the lingo of one hundred years ago is itself a blast - and for the little artistic flourishes that often characterize them. The tinting that is exercised to help flavor scenes is as welcomingly sharp as McDermott's editing that shapes the picture. Nitpick some minutiae as we may, 'The hoodlum' is rather well-rounded overall, offering both amusement and rewarding thoughtfulness; though the sum total is no revelation, it's certainly far better than not. It's unlikely that this will do anything to change the minds of anyone who isn't already enamored of the silent era, but for those who enjoy what the early years of cinema have to offer, there's not truly any going wrong here. I might even say that while the pacing is a tad lethargic, the title picks up strength as it goes along, and the impression we're left with is stronger than the one we're first given; one can see, after all, the kinship that this shares with comedies from the likes of Charlie Chaplin or Buster Keaton, and that's high praise indeed. If early scenes left a bit to be desired, it was perhaps only in an effort to move more quickly to the best parts to come, and when all is said and done I can't really fault anyone for that.

So yes, the movie may have its issues. Yet ultimately it provides a good time while serving lessons about learning compassion and empathy - desperately needed one hundred years later - and discovering real community despite superficial differences, a notion which these days feels like a relic of the past, while imparting a complete, duly compelling story. Even at its best I wouldn't say that this demands to be seen, but warts and all, I'm very pleased with just how good 'The hoodlum' is, and I'm happy to give it my warm recommendation.

Mary Pickford's appeal as `America's Sweetheart' is very clear in this film. While many of her fellow actors use an excessively theatrical style, she is totally natural. She inhabits her character completely and, contrary to the stereotype of her films, that character is anything but sweet for most of the movie. In fact, much of the delight of watching her is in enjoying her bad behavior!

Another impressive facet of the film is the authentic-looking slum where Amy Burke (Pickford's character) spends most of her time. Although created at a Hollywood studio, the slum almost smells like old New York.

The film does employ some ethnic stereotypes common at the time – but the poor characters are generally treated with affection, while the rich are seen as uncaring and in need of enlightenment. Also, it seems notable that Amy associates with ALL the kids of the slum neighborhood, not just those of her own ethnic group.

Bratty young Mary Pickford (as Amy Burke) lives a life filled with tantrums in her fancy Fifth Avenue mansion, while wealthy grandfather Ralph Lewis (as Alexander Guthrie) wheels and deals. At first, Ms. Pickford is thrilled when Mr. Lewis announces a trip to Europe. She wants to go shopping. For no particular reason, Pickford decides she doesn't want to travel. It could be a woman's prerogative, or Pickford may be missing writer daddy Dwight Crittendon (as John Burke), an apparent sociologist. When her father suddenly returns, Pickford moves with him to slummy Craigen Street, where he plans to work on a book.

So, Pickford goes from pampered rich girl to street hoodlum - it's a struggle, but Pickford's plucky.

Previously, one of Mr. Lewis' business endeavors required the jailing of an innocent man, arousing bachelor Kenneth Harlan (as John Graham). Mr. Harlan turns out to be one of Pickford's ghetto neighbors. Pickford thinks Harlan might make good husband material, unaware he is plotting against her grandfather, who canceled his trip to Europe and has also moved into the area. "The Hoodlum" is hospitable Pickford fare. Her "little girl" character is broadly played, and provides salvation. Some of the early sequences are not pieced together well; for example, Pickford's father should have returned before she declined the European trip.

And, the early running time plays more painful than funny (especially for animals), and out of place.

But, once the story moves to an artificially created poor side of town, the film becomes quite visually strong. Scene-stealing street kid Melvin "Buddie" Messinger (as Dish Lowry) looks like the template for an early Mickey Rooney. Pickford's director Sidney Franklin, photographer Charles Rosher, and editor Edward McDermott combine camera shots and coordinate personnel to marvelous effect; their screen is incredibly alive. Though this is not one of Pickford's strongest overall characterizations, she excels in several sequences; a highlight features her lost in a bluesy-tinted New York City rainstorm, without an umbrella.

******* The Hoodlum (8/31/19) Sidney Franklin ~ Mary Pickford, Ralph Lewis, Kenneth Harlan, Buddy Messinger