Here we have a silent film and a film featuring a silent comedian. One is much better than the other.
Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans (1927)
This is a wonderfully simple and beautiful love story of a man who, after falling prey to the vixen from the city, falls in love with his wife all over again, remembering why he married her in the first place. There are some beautifully realized camera effects in the beginning, and the final half hour is told exclusively through the visuals, without a single title card to be found (I think).
How to Stuff a Wild Bikini (1965)
To be honest, I wasn’t expecting very much when I watched it, but it had Buster Keaton in it, and I figured that even if the rest of the movie was a waste of time, at least Keaton’s scenes would be funny. As it turned out his scenes were the most amusing part of the film, but since he played such a broad stereotype of a witch doctor with minimal physical comedy, even his scenes were painful to watch. The rest of the film is pretty standard beach movie stuff where all the boys go gaga over the new exotic beach babe, and all the other girls get jealous. (The ironic thing is I usually find most of the "plain" beach babes to be more attractive than the new "exotic" one.) I felt like I should go to confession after watching this film. Buster Keaton should go to confession for being in the film.