Gorgeous Poster for the Whitehall, London showing of The Gold Rush
In 1949, film critic James Agee called the final scene of City Lights ”the greatest single piece of acting ever committed to celluloid.”
City Lights (1931)
“I never thought of the Tramp in terms of appeal. He was myself, a comic spirit, something within me that said I must express this. I felt so free. The adventure of it. The madness. I can do any mad, crazy thing I like. And then?—did it come off, this insane idea I had, did it come off? That was the thrill.”
April 16, 1889 — December 25, 1977
His was the face of his century. He was the life of his century. Through his will and energy, and yes, genius, he encompassed as much as one man can; the joy and the anguish of his times; their romance, their horrors, and, of course, what laughter we could find in them. He was a flawed man, a haunted man, a tormented man. Which is to say, he was only human. But with this uncanny ability to reflect and refract our humanity back at us.
CHARLES Spencer CHAPLIN //April 16, 1889 —— December 25, 1977//
I might have to rewatch this film tonight.
Charlie in One A.M. c.1916
This is one of my favorites. Classic and funny Charlie.
The Great Dictator | Jeferson Barbosa