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DVR Alert: Keaton, Chaplin & Lloyd on TCM primetime 9/9

9 Sep

chaplin-portadaIn conjunction with the second episode of The Story of Film: an Odyssey,  TCM has loaded it’s schedule 8:00 p.m. into the wee hours with much of the best of the Holy Silent Clown Trinity, beginning with Keaton (One Week, Three Ages & The General), then Chaplin (City Lights & The Kid) and winding up with Lloyd (Never Weaken & Safety Last!).

I hope this bodes well for the loss of the sense of dour gravity that the first episode emphasized. While striving to maintain my Thumper’s Father policy, I have to say that there was an overall sense of debunking rather than one of enlightening. Even when the information is the same, the attitude makes a difference.

And more importantly, I hope we’ll spend some time appreciating Comedy Itself this week. This sort of thing generally leans into glorifying the Epic/Emotional more than the serious business of laughter.

Charlie Chaplin & The Empire Strikes Back (in that order)

1 Sep

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(illus. by The Great Tom Trager)

It’s hot here. It’s quite hot. And beyond the window unit in the upstairs bedroom, our house’s cooling system is, at best, insufficient.

This is the time of year when, normally, we go see the Air-Cooled Movies. Sadly, however, there’s precious little we really want to see that we haven’t seen. Also, our nieces, 4 and 8, are in school (already! What happened to Tuesday after Labor Day?) and by virtue of this our available visit times have become more specific.

First, while 4 was the only one around, Sunnyside and Easy Street came out. She’s seen and loved The Gold Rush, got most of the way through The Great Dictator (which we had no intention of showing her but were the victims of the fools at a local branch of a movie chain who decided to show a different picture than the advertised Modern Times) and some other shorts.

She has her own Charlie box set (as well as a small stuffed Charlie and a Taschen book of movie stills she “reads”), but prefers to watch them when we’re around, which is sweet, but is also preventing the proper indoctrination that comes with leaving them on all the time instead of Bubbleguppies or whatever. Still.

1charlieeasystreetThe takeaways from this particular viewing: the dream fairies and the floor-mowing were the big hits of Sunnyside; she was, despite not knowing how gaslight works, really into the lamppost scene from Easy Street; the upside-down baby bottle “peeing” on Charlie’s leg is golden; and she now knows Eric Campbell by sight, if he’s not too heavily disguised. My avuncular work is done here.

Later, 8 came home and it was time for the continuation of something that started earlier in the summer: the Star Wars introduction.


A brief statement of fandom-gauging: I was born in 1973, so my geek level here is just generational, i.e., I only know the names of characters a) whose names are actually said in the movie or b) with corresponding Kenner toys. I read no related novels or comics. I was, like all right-thinking people, profoundly disappointed by the special editions and prequels.

I know these are a religion to some. (I cannot get het up about universe-continuity in a set of movies that cannot themselves settle on the pronunciation of lead characters by lead characters from scene to scene, nor should anyone else – “Hahn/Hann?” “Leea/Laya?”) But I think of these as two terrific movies and one that’s okay but kind of has to be seen. And I accept, again, like all right-thinking people, that The Empire Strikes Back is the best one.

So we had the pleasure of introducing 8, who got her green belt in karate later that night, to Yoda. The effect was as pleasingly bug-eyed as expected in the moment (“No…there is another.”), but 8 is notoriously a slow-burner: we’ll show her something and it will be days before she suddenly makes clear that she’s memorized it. So more news is forthcoming.

This is the mission. And we accomplish it in stages.

The Kid (1921)

14 Jun

Chaplin – or I should say a Chaplin film seen through modern eyes – is occasionally a little…you know…gooey with sentiment. Some are guiltier than others, but times change, and anyone who’s ever attempted to deal with the comic parts of Shakespeare can attest, comedy ages in complicated ways. The twentieth century moved faster than most.

Chaplin, Charlie (Kid, TheThe Kid (on TCM Sunday, June 16 at 12:30 am as part of the usual Silent Sundays) could be one of those movies. Should be one of those movies. For crying out loud, a pauper adopts an abandoned child (for whom the child’s suddenly wealthy mother pines) – very much the stuff of Victorian melodrama.

But by golly. It works. Considering the kind of maudlin excesses it would be easy for it to indulge in, it’s plumb restrained. Relatively, of course. But still. Watched in the right spirit, it’s both moving and funny, is in fact one of the few comedies the National Film Registry has seen fit to honor with preservation.