The Kid

Every time I watch one of these revered classics, I’m left wondering what to say about it when it holds up. Do I really need to explain Charlie Chaplin’s excellence? How he walks a tightrope here between silliness and sadness? How, without saying a word, he managed to evoke a range of emotions many actors can’t do with dialogue? I don’t think I do. The only blemish for me was the bizarre dream sequence near the end, which didn’t feel like it connected with the movie at large. Beside that, it’s a cinematic treasure for a reason.