Posts in The Chaplin Chapters
The Chaplin Chapters: Sunnyside (1919)

Sunnyside was Chaplin's third film for First National Pictures.  Although it received mixed reviews upon its released and was somewhat of a commercial disappointment, it still contains some solid gags, and is noteworthy for having what is arguably the most depressing ending in Chaplin's major filmography.

The plot finds Chaplin playing a farm handyman who also looks after the village hotel.  He is introduced as such by a title card that is either one of the laziest title cards ever written, or a brilliant jab at the way many of them are composed: "Charlie the farmhand, etc. etc. etc."   The opening scene finds him unwilling to get out of bed early in the morning, despite efforts by his boss to get him off to work.  When he finally makes it downstairs to prepare breakfast, he gets it directly from the source.  There are a variety of gags in this scene, most of which work, whether it's him waiting impatiently for a chicken to lay an egg or getting milk straight from the cow.

When he heads off to town, a fascinating title card pops up that establishes nature as Chaplin's religion of sorts: "His church, the sky -- his altar, the landscape."  He's most fulfilled when working outside.  This leads into another scene in which he loses a herd of cows, only to ultimately have to chase down a bull.  The townspeople run after him, and he unfortunatedly falls off a small bridge and is knocked unconscious.  This leads to a staple of Chaplin's early work: a dream sequence, which finds him frollicking carefree with a group of beautiful women through open fields.  This is the happiest he'll ever be in the film (and arguably in any of his work), free to enjoy nature with people who might satisfy his loneliness.  Unfortunately, like all things that are too good to be true, he must eventually wake up from the dream and rejoin reality.

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The Chaplin Chapters: Shoulder Arms (1918)

One of the other short films I saw at the Carolina Theatre's recent Charlie Chaplin retrospective was Shoulder Arms, his second film for First National Pictures following A Dog's Life.  To say they're completely different films with little in common would be putting it mildly.  Whereas the latter is an optimistic and light-hearted comedy, Shoulder Arms is a much more cynical film about a very heavy issue: war.  Released during the later part of World War One, it would be his most popular film yet, both commercially and critically.

The film opens with Chaplin playing an army recruit in training camp.  He seems completely unsuited for the military, unable to handle a gun properly and even having trouble marching.  After a hard day of training, he returns to his tent and collapses on the bed, exhausted.

The next scene finds him in the trenches in the heat of battle.  The comedy in this portion of the film revolves mainly around the harsh conditions faced by American soldiers - using jokes to shed light on the horrors of war.  For example, in one slighty melancholic scene, he receives no letters from home, and must resort to secretly reading another soldier's correspondence behind his back.  Another gag involves the one package he does receive from home: a container of limburger cheese.  Good thing the army has plenty of gas masks lying around!  His living quarters are flooded, leaving he and his bunkmates to sleep underwater using straws to breathe.  And that's not the worst of it - there's still actual combat to look forward to.  Although it's implied our hero is quite a good shot and capable of taking out more than a few of the enemy, at one point the fighting is so intense that he holds up a cigarette and lights it with a passing bullet.  Explosions are frequent, and the air is filled with the sound of gunfire.  Chaplin's message is clear, despite the slapstick antics: war is a terrible experience, no matter what news reel propaganda might have you believe.

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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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