Film

The Balloonatic

Name: The Balloonatic
Genre: Comedy, Romance
Released: 1923
Cast: Buster Keaton, Babe London, Phyllis Haver, John Brown, Joseph A. Mitchell

A 22-minute silent comedy where Buster Keaton's deadpan stoicism meets courtship chaos. He crashes into the wilderness via hot air balloon, encounters a woman equally determined to survive, and they barrel through nature with escalating absurdity. Pure physical comedy—no dialogue, all timing and pratfalls. For anyone who loves slapstick done with geometric precision.

TMDb rating

3.1

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