The Amateur Film Critic

A blog about films.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Modern Times

The film does feel very relevant, especially when looked at in the context of the Google Bus/gentrification protests. More admirable physical comedy by Charlie Chaplain--even more astonishing given he was 47 when he made the film. A less savory factoid is the fact he later married his very young co-star, Paulette Goddard who was about 26 when the film was made. That aside, she is very spunky and gives you someone to cheer for throughout a very long and unremarkable movie. This is the loosest of his films plot-wise; indeed, most of it feels like an amalgamation of loosely related comedy bit sequences. Even the soundtrack including spoken (sung?) dialogue by Chaplain can't save this from a two star rating.

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Saturday, September 21, 2013

Gold Rush

I haven’t seen many Chaplain films, but this was more enjoyable than City Lights. The physical comedy is great, and it’s fun to see references to it in present day movies; the gag with pretending to be asleep with the shoes on the hands featured prominently in the Hindi film Chennai Express. The storytelling is a bit loose—most of it feels like scenes to move from one situational gag to the next with the plot as at artifice bolted on top, but it doesn’t quite feel natural.

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Monday, September 15, 2008

City Lights


While I am not giving this five stars, I reccomend that everyone go and watch this film just so they have the experience of watching a well-made silent film. Also, so that they can say they have actually seen a Charlie Chaplain picture. The plot moves along at a nice place alternating between the rich benefactor and blind flower girl subplots. The music, which Chaplain wrote himself is enjoyable and quite memorable, likewise, however the true genius of the movie is that Chaplian truly is one of the greatest physical actors of his generation. Also like many people who have seen this movie, I'd have to say the ending scene is perhaps one of the greatest moments committed to celluloid proving to be both satisfying but not overly saccharine for the audience.

Who knows, maybe I'll even go watch more silent films due to this?

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