Humour is very personal. If you don’t find something funny nothing can ever change that. However, I think what you say about Chaplin is definitely off-target.
Notoriously, there were some Silent stars that couldn’t make the transition to Sound, but Chaplin doesn’t seem to have been one of them.
It is true that he made relatively few films in the Thirties and Forties but that was simply a continuation of a well-established trend. In his youth, Chaplin churned out short films at a frantic rate, but in the early Twenties he slowed down dramatically. For example, when he set up United Artists with Fairbanks, Pickford and Griffiths it was on the basis that he would make four films a year for the company. In fact, he struggled to deliver one film every four years.
Chaplin was not ‘found out’ by the arrival of sound. His two films in the Thirties (City Lights and Modern Times) were both huge hits and The Great Dictator (1940) was the biggest hit he ever had.
Chaplin was certainly reluctant to embrace speech (he felt the Little Tramp would lose his universal appeal if he had a specific voice or language) but this didn’t mean he rejected sound. City Lights included a parody of the tinny sound quality that made early talkies hard to follow and in Modern Times he used nonsense language to poke fun at bar room ballads.
Above all, Chaplin was not a ‘one trick pony’. The cane and the walk were the Little Tramp’s signature, but the films in which he appeared were built around complex routines that were carefully honed in endless rehearsals and then executed with breathtaking precision (check out the roller skating sequence in Modern Times on YouTube, for example).
Like you, I don’t find Chaplin’s routines particularly funny, but I am enthralled by how well choreographed and how precisely executed they were. For many decades this was obscured by deteriorating film stocks, but with digital restoration we are again seeing just how clever some of his sight gags really were and what a brilliant performer he could be.
The biggest problem I have with Chaplin is his face. When it is completely deadpan, the Little Tramp might well be the universal symbol of resilience and hope that Chaplin wanted him to be, but when Chaplin smiles his features twist into a creepy, wheedling, ratty smirk that just makes me want to punch him.
KM
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