Silent treatment

Having a toddler is very conducive to catching up on 1920s films.

An exceedingly-clingy toddler, who throws sleep training to the wind and develops a penchant—on pains of meltdown—for being held all night, leaves one with plenty of time in dimly-lit rooms. Realizing reading was not in the cards, I decided to catch up on films I had long wanted to see or rewatch.

It quickly became clear that muting a great film and read…