If it were
possibly to adequately convey emotion on page as they are within our living
flesh, I would have pages upon pages to pour out for Charlie Chaplin’s crucial classic,
The Kid. This was the vaudeville
performer’s transition from short films to features, but it also conveyed his
signature ability to combine pathos with humor, blending the melodrama of a
‘woman’s pictures’ with the silliness of ‘slapstick.’ But The Kid is much more than historically relevant; it also carries deep
personal significance for me.
