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The Chaplin Chapters: A Dog's Life (1918)

A Dog's Life is one of six Chaplin short films I saw at the recent Janus Films retrospective at the Carolina Theatre in Durham.  It's noteworthy for being the first movie that Chaplin directed for First National Films - their contracts with him and Mary Pickford were the first million dollar contracts in film history.  Not only that, but it also pairs Chaplin up with a canine co-star, a "thorough-bred mongrel" named Scraps according to the title cards.  All in all, it's one of the more enjoyable shorts I saw, and contains several of the dominant themes that characterized Chaplin's work.

The film opens with Chaplin as his famous Tramp character, sleeping in the dirt behind a fenced-in area.  He awakens to find a food salesman on the other side of the fence with a bucket full of tasty meat.  But just as he's reaching through the fence to steal some breakfast, he's spotted by a police officer.  This leads to a humorous back-and-forth chase scene that touched on a common theme in Chaplin's work: the police not as protectors of society but as obstacles to lower-class survival.  It's no wonder that his films were so popular among immigrants and the working class.  Not only could his silent comedy transcend the language barrier, but his Tramp character was someone many could relate to.  The United States was still in the middle of a wartime economy, not having yet reached the Roaring Twenties, and Tramp in many ways provided an outlet for lower-class frustration.  In A Dog's Life, Tramp doesn't even remotely pretend to be a gentleman, as he does in other Chaplin films.  He's mangy, dirty and ragged.  A swift kick in the pants of a police officer not only allowed audiences to laugh at authority figures, but it captured the class tension many people dealt with every day.

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The Chaplin Chapters: Introduction

I wasn't allowed to watch much television when I was a child.  

To some of you, this will come as a complete shock.  "A childhood without television and access to pop culture?," you'll think. "Why, that's not childhood at all!"  Others of you will read that and nod approvingly to yourselves, glad to know that I spent most of my time actually having a social life, playing outside with other kids, and reading my weight in books every week. 

I really don't have an opinion one way or that other.  For me, that's just how it was.  My parents, always concerned about the type of stuff I might stumble across, forbade me from watching much of anything, no matter how much I begged and pleaded with them to let me turn on the magic box in the living room.  While my friends were playing with Power Rangers action figures, I had very little idea about who the Power Rangers were, let alone why they deserved their own line of toys.  Most of my television-watching experience as a kid consisted of a few hours of Saturday morning cartoons (or Pee Wee's Playhouse), with the occasional mid-week viewing of Darkwing Duck and Goof Troop in the afternoon if I was lucky.  We didn't even have cable.  Not that I hold all this against them, mind you - in fact, looking back, I'm grateful I wasn't left to stare at the boob tube for five hours a day like a lot of my friends.  And with all the time I now spend watching films and television, it's an understatement to say everything balanced out in the end.

Since I couldn't look to television to satisfy my lust for entertainment, I frequently had to turn to my parents' small collection of VHS tapes.  Mickey and the BeanstalkThe Great Mouse DetectiveAn American Tail.  These and other animated films were viewed dozens of times each, partly because I loved them, and partly because there just wasn't much else to watch.  There were a few live-action films my parents kept, all family-friendly fare rated G or PG to prevent me from accidentally popping in something that might traumatize my toddler brain.  But at this point in my childhood, I didn't care much about live-action media, aside from a few PBS shows and made-for-television children's films.  Why watch a bunch of real people deal with real-life situations when I could watch bright and colorful cartoons perform the impossible?

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