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So, for 25 minutes of Chaplin's, The Immigrant, I held a feeling of "this is perfect, this is one of my favorites, i want to feel that.... i want to see that... i want to be that way..." I might've fallen in love with him for those 25 minutes.
Decades after decades it's still hilarious. It seemed I was one of the only people in class laughing out loud, maybe because I'm new to taking film classes, maybe because Chaplin is still so new to me period. I left class to chat briefly with some Dryden friends, saying "Don't you wish we could go see a Keaton or Chaplin film for the first time in a movie theater?" Imagine going the movies in 1920!
That'd be something. Chaplin releasing movie after movie, not as an icon but as a comedian and director still making a name for himself. Maybe the audience felt the way I felt when I first saw The Kid at Dryden last month. Oh, I wish I could see City Lights in a big movie theater with piano and violin and drums as accompaniment just like back in the day...
Perhaps subconsciously, perhaps intentionally I started placing my hands on my face the way Charlie always did in his movies. When he's thinking, or when he's surprised-- you know, how he lines up his fingers at the bottom of his cheeks. Oh, I just lo
ved how he did that!
When I was in 5th grade my friend Galina and I entered the school talent show. We did a silent sketch where I was a Charlie Chaplin type character and she was the lady I was trying to woo--- all the while making a fool of myself, falling over, dropping the flower I wanted to give her, clicking my heals when she finally took my hand. It was pretty creative for a 5th grader.
I guess I've always loved Charlie.
2 comments:
last night I dreamt I was a charlie chaplin impersonator but I couldn't find my fake eyebrows.
awesome. I like Iron and Wine by the way, and what is this about a limo ride? details.
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