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City Lights (1931) – C. Chaplin
I waited until my 40s
to watch Chaplin, perhaps because I'm afraid of too much sentimentality. But I
liked City Lights in spite of myself -- there are some truly funny moments.
Perhaps too the perverse lens granted by virtue of having seen Monsieur Verdoux
first casts the tramp (and his infatuation with the blind girl) in an entirely
different light. I must admit however that Chaplin displays a gift for
emotional nuance, even while engaged in the broadest slapstick, that must be
the secret to his star-power.
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