So, so funny! Second Charlie Chaplin flick today. This one was almost as short as the last, coming in at a brisk 32 minutes. The Tramp, our familiar protagonist, is now employed at a small Pawnshop. That's about it. From there, the humor just flows.
Ladders seem to possess an almost infinite number of slapstick possibilities. As do cellos. As do pies. As do hammers. I will forever view these items in this light. :)
And the ending... It is, perhaps, the best punchline of the whole affair. The Tramp conquers and wins the spoils of war in the most absurd of fashions. In fact, it was so absurd that it felt very much like a critique on the whole idea of "to the victor goes the spoils." A laugh to carry with us after the film is long over.
More Charlie Chaplin please!