Showing posts with label charles chaplin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label charles chaplin. Show all posts

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Potpourri is the Bees' Knees

Boy, this week really got away from me!   I had wanted to post a Silent Stanzas poem for you this week -- been so long since I did one -- but between doctors and plumbers and personal drama I never got a chance!
Next week, I promise.  

Your consolation prize post: some weird / interesting assorted stuff I've collected the last few weeks.

They were really gaga for legs in the 20s.  From Photoplay, January 1926:


No home should be without one.  Presenting the John Bunny statue, Motion Picture, August 1914:


I AM SMUT!  Film Truth, Nov 1920:



And finally, everyone's favorite Keystone comic: GEORGE Chaplin?  Motion Picture, August 1914:



See you next week!










Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Charlie Chaplin: The Whys of the Wise Little Tramp

FlickChick of the wonderful A Person in the Dark and I are doing a post swap this week!  I've contributed a little article on Theda Bara, that you can read by clicking the above blog link.  She's written an insightful article on Chaplin that you're all going to love -- I know I did!


We did a little test at my office recently and showed several pictures of famous people of the past to those age 40 and younger. The only person recognizable to all was Charlie Chaplin as The Little Tramp, although all admitted they had never seen one of his films. When asked why they knew him, they all said something to the effect of "I don't know why, but I just know who he is."



And so the question of "why?" persists. Why this actor? Why this character? Why does The Little Tramp transcend any one film made by his creator? Why, after almost 100 years after his first film, is he still a recognizable character around the world? Some may say the reason is that this character has been used in advertisements throughout the years, but why is it used? Why does it speak to people who have never seen a Chaplin film?
I'm not sure why, and it might be either an unanswerable question or a question with many answers, but I think it is for the same reasons we ask:

Why does the human heart fall in love?

What is beauty?

Why do we feel the need to protect the innocent and the defenseless?

Chaplin has often been criticized as being too maudlin, too sentimental and too seeking of our sympathies. But, those criticisms come from the hearts of adults. As we age, our biological hearts and arteries become slowed and sometimes blocked by plaque (or whatever slows the flow of blood. I never was good at biology). Our emotional hearts also become hardened and shielded for self-protection as we age. We suppress emotion because it is not cool to cry, not manly to be vulnerable and not grown-up to show a heart overflowing with affection. We carefully construct the roadblocks that cut us off from the shortest path to human understanding. Have you ever seen a child watch Charlie Chaplin? They understand the purity of the emotion because their emotional roadmap has not been corrupted with detours and dead ends. It is Chaplin's genius that The Little Tramp expresses joy, pain, love, loss, hope and despair in its purist form. If you give in, if you let him, he can magically, in the dark, peel away the layers of defenses we have built up over the years of life and take us to our uncorrupted heart.

The silent cinema is a deeply personal experience. It presents a canvas that allows us to emotionally participate in the art form, encouraging us add our own emotional colors and shading to the action on the screen. It was a medium in its infancy, and it is fitting and amazing that this icon of that era still speaks so eloquently to us, we who are all children at heart when the lights go down.


Thursday, July 30, 2009

Life, According to Chaplin

Author's note: I had a hard time coming up with something for Chaplin; it seems appropriate for such a complex man. This isn't one of my favorites, but I hope you like it. It's based on one of his quotes: "Life is tragedy in close up, comedy in long shot".

tragedy in close up:
the shriveled hands of poverty
brought him forth that April day
into a world that destroyed every dream
his spark became a lantern
that led him to escape -
a world free of the sounds of toil and pain,
unorthodox, quite volatile and strange.
there are no scripts to study his genius -
the little tramp put heaven in a flower,
the simple joy of living in his walk,
love became a child dressed in rags.
his views were "dangerous" and led to exile
but eventually, the error of the masses faded;
and as he wept, they honored his life's work -
comedy in long shot.



Charles Chaplin