And everyone is so well-dressed, apart from the occasional worker on a horse-drawn carriage.
I don't ever remember seeing my paternal grandfather (b. 1886)—a quintessential New Yorker whose tastes were formed in early 20th Century Manhattan—except in a starched white shirt and tie. On the hottest of summer Sunday afternoons, when visiting our house in suburban New Jersey, he might remove his jacket and carefully roll up his shirtsleeves ever-so-slightly. But I don't recall him ever even loosening the tie.
Apropos of the film, itself, I thought the motion was smoothed out very effectively. And assuming the YouTuber is an amateur and not a professional foley artist, he did a rather good job with the sound track.
