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288 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2010
In his drunk act, Charlie enters to seat himself in a theater box, pausing first, with great dignity, to peel off a white glove. Moments later, too hazy to remember, he again attempts to remove the glove. He tries to light his cigar from an electric light. When a stooge in the next box lights a match for him, Charlie reaches for it with his cigar and falls out of the box.
Charlie's gift for constant invention reveals itself. He climbs back into the box, only to balance out and hang on again, feet dangling. The audience gasps. Physical humor is triumphant. At the climax, the diminutive drunk finds himself onstage wresting a huge and terrible villain. (Fleischman, page 58.)
I entered with my back to the audience...I looked immaculate dressed in a frock coat, top hat, can and spats -- a typical Edwardian villain. Then I turned showing my red nose. There was a laugh. That ingratiated me with the audience. I shrugged melodramatically, then snapped my fingers and veered across the stage , tripping over a dumbbell. Then my cane became entangled with an upright punching bag, which rebounded and slapped me in the face. I swaggered and swung, hitting myself with my cane on the side of the head. The audience roared. (Chaplin's Autobiography, pg 101)
Every time the director moved the setup, in shuffles the tramp to mug for the camera. Soon Charlie is almost run down by racing cars, only to duck a cop policing the crowd. He goes from improvisation to improvisation until the cameraman delivers a swift kick to launch him out of the shot and the picture.
In all comedy business an attitude is most important, but it is not always easy to find an attitude. However, in the hotel lobby [the setting of Mabel's Strange Predicament] I felt I was an impostor posing as one of the guests, but in reality I was a tramp just wanting a little shelter. I entered and stumbled over the foot of a lady. I turned and raised my hat apologetically, then stumbled over a cuspidor, then turned and raised my hat to the cuspidor.
Later and offstage, he could almost always be found struggling through a book. His ambitions had taken a profound shift. Performing was necessary for fried bread and haddock. He would spend a lifetime pursuing a closeted aspiration to become well educated. An intellectual. (Fleischman, pg 32)