Although I did quite enjoy this lively outing for Buster Keating, I did think it just a little tame at times. He cuts quite a lonely figure as he struggles to find his feet at home. There are no jobs and he’s not exactly beating away his friends with a stick. New York! There must be opportunities there? Well possibly, but he loathes the place and it doesn’t care much for him either. Maybe the “Wild West”? Well he doesn’t make it very far before he topples from the train - and right into his own, quite comical, pile of virtual manure. That’d be cow manure! Turns out he might have found his…