As the cinematic rival of the stoic Buster Keaton it was
Charlie Chaplin who infused his comedic work with great pathos through his
perennial character of The Little Tramp. Chaplin constantly strove for that
perfect balance between a lovably goofy man-child and moments of grand emotion.
Never did he accomplish the blend so symmetrically and effortlessly it seems as
with City Lights. It just might be
his best work.
Made after the advent of synchronized soundtracks for
films and at a time when studios had completely abandoned silent cinema,
Chaplin insisted City Lights remained
silent with respect to dialogue, retaining the custom of inter-titles because
The Little Tramp was a universal character. He could be understood across
cultures, across borders, across languages. Not to mention that every
individual around the world who knew the character would have given him, in
their own heads, a voice only they knew. To strip that all away would have been
to unravel part of what made him so special.
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