Review by boblipton

Leslie Stuart has just been ordered home from England to marry Margaret Landis, on pain of having his allowance cut by 90%. This is a problem. He has just become engaged to Marjorie Daw. No problem, says room mate Douglas Fairbanks. He'll go to America, pass himself off as Stuart, reform three horrid aunts, two horrid uncles, and one butler, rescue Stuart's sister, Katherine MacDonald and Miss Landis from unwanted engagements so they can marry the men they love, save Wanda Hawley and her four or five brothers and sisters from a horrid life, and get a saloonkeeper/disorderly house owner and everyone who works for him thrown in jail. After all, he has 50 minutes in this movie.

It's Fairbanks at his breeziest, confounding snobby upper class people, turning handsprings into bath tubs, climbing from one window to another across the street, and in general behaving like the world's biggest child and having a grand time doing it. He's got Allan Dwan directing, and Dwan had the knack of letting you know his stars were enjoying themselves saving young lovers.