The Year: 1936
What the Nominees Were: Anthony Adverse, Dodsworth, The Great
Ziegfeld, Libeled Lady, Mr. Deeds Goes to Town, Romeo and Juliet, San
Francisco, The Story of Louis Pasteur, A Tale of Two Cities, Three Smart Girls
Other Movies That Should Have Been Considered:
My Man Godfrey, Camille, Swing Time, and
our winner
What Did Win: The Great Ziegfeld
How It’s Aged: It’s excruciatingly bad,
a snail’s-pace three-hour celebration of the life of a sociopathic boob,
punctuated by the world’s longest and blandest musical numbers.
How Hard Was the Decision: I love Dodsworth and Libeled Lady, but it really came down to My Man Godfrey, Capra’s Mr.
Deeds Goes to Town and this. Like the Academy itself, I find myself
factoring in that Chaplin and Capra have both already won in my little parallel
universe, so I was inclined toward Godfrey,
but upon re-watching it, I concluded that it’s a delightful romantic comedy except for the fact that it doesn’t have enough romance or comedy, preferring instead a bittersweet
whimsy that is endearing, but not Best Picture worthy.
Director: Charlie Chaplin
Writer: Charlie Chaplin
Stars: Charlie Chaplin, Paulette
Goddard
The Story: The Little Tramp is driven
mad by an assembly line, accidentally leads a workers’ parade, goes to prison,
accidentally snorts a lot of cocaine, foils a jailbreak, loses a job, then loses
many more jobs…but eventually meets a fierce young homeless woman who happily shares
his troubles with him.
Any Nominations or Wins: None
whatsoever!
Why It Didn’t Win: Not only was Chaplin
still clinging to (mostly) silent cinema, but his radical politics and sexual
indiscretions were both beginning to catch up to him. The movie changed the world, but won Chaplin few fans in
Hollywood.
Why It Should Have Won:
- What was
Goddard never a huge star? Her
greatest roles remain this and Chaplin’s next masterpiece The Great Dictator.
Her ’36-‘40 relationship with Hollywood pariah Chaplin no doubt held her
back at first, but I don’t know why she failed to get better roles after that,
appearing in nothing but good-but-not-great movies throughout the ‘40s. She’s amazingly good here: pretty,
sexy, tough, and irrepressibly fun-loving.

- Those how
haven’t seen silent movies assume that they merely replace a soundtrack with
intertitles, but they actually create a magical parallel world with totally
different rules: why doesn’t Chaplin hear the marchers behind him? Why can’t Goddard call out to warn
Chaplin that he’s about to skate off a ledge, instead of stumbling over on her
own skates to stop him? Because
it’s more fun this way!

- Chaplin was
a communist himself, but the hapless tramp is merely baffled by the workers’
marches and strikes. Chaplin was sure the movement was the long-term answer,
but as a filmmaker, his sympathies remained firmly with his apolitical hero,
who was going to suffer endless indignities no matter which side was winning.

- This
probably has more reversals in it than any other movie, as our heroes’ fortunes
yo-yo up and down at a dizzying pace, but Chaplin hides the heavy hand of the
filmmaker by interweaving subtle foreshadowing that plants a tiny hint of the
next danger in our minds before it happens: First we see the danger (the In and
Out doors for the waiters, the chandelier that will skewer the chicken, the
steam press that will flatten the watch), then we get distracted away from it,
and only then is the trap sprung.

- Chaplin
actually wrote a script (you can see pages in the documentary!) but changed his mind and let the tramp
have one more silent farewell to the world. Has there ever been another
cinematic image as powerful as the little tramp ground up in the gears of the
machine? Both editions of
the DVD have a neat 1967 short doc about a Cuban village that is visited by a
traveling projectionist who shows them this as their very first movie. There’s no better confirmation of the
wisdom of Chaplin’s decision than the looks on their faces.

How Available Is It?: There’s a new
Criterion set that looks great, but I own the older mk2 set which is merely
okay.
Ah, 1936: In My Day, We Didn’t Have Your Fancy-Pants iPods! We Had These!
And We Liked It That Way!




































