Synopsis
An inspiring and fantastic one-man show!
A drunken homeowner has a difficult time getting about in his home after arriving home late at night.
A drunken homeowner has a difficult time getting about in his home after arriving home late at night.
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The best of the Chaplin Mutual Comedies so far. A Charlie one-man show. It’s just him, coming home very drunk and struggling his way to bed. That's gonna be one hell of a headache in the morning. Haven’t we all been there? This one is a must-watch for fans.
Among the many lovely things about this almost one-man performance, which shows a man's drunken attempts to get upstairs to bed after a night out, are the ways the space and the gags are gradually revealed to us; I was especially amused to notice a First Aid kit dangling at the edge of the frame just as Chaplin's attempts to get upstairs became harrowing, even violent. And I loved that so many of his household objects -- his bed, a stair rug, the table, rugs throughout the living room -- spin, turn and revolve, mimicking The Drunk's own head-spinning drunkenness and dispassionately exacerbating it. Elegant and hilarious.
Comforting to know that stumbling home so drunk you're not even able to find your bed has been a pastime for many, many, many years. The idea of depicting that experience as a form of slapstick obstacle course is simple but very funny.
Speaking as someone who has been drunk in a tux before, I would feel more attacked if Chaplin hadn't absolutely nailed it here.
It's mostly The Tramp stumbling around his house drunk off his ass—which, don't get me wrong, has a certain relatable charm to it, and it's as precisely choreographed as any of Charlie's other work, of course—but the biggest laugh comes right at the beginning. The Tramp arrives at home after struggling his way out of the taxi, but oh no! It seems he's forgotten his key! So he climbs in through the window instead, and after navigating past a fish bowl and around some slippery carpets, he finally finds his key. At last! Now he can open the door! So he exits his home by once again climbing through the window, and unlocks the front door from the outside.
Things must be done in the proper way, after all!
It shouldn’t be underestimated just how many times Charlie threw himself down those stairs 🤕
The clock pendulum and pull-down bed would be lethal even if you were stone cold sober.
I would say this was Chaplin’s best set up to this point in his career, and he extracts every ounce of humour out of it. It’s a one-man tour de force.
Chaplin, acting drunk, in a house full of fun props. Sometimes that can be a lot more satisfying than the whole stories with their love interests and burly bully rivals and so on. Also: relateable.
As soon as I saw that swinging clock I knew it was going to fuck Charlie Chaplin up.
I suspect, though I have no idea how one would go about proving it, that this is the oldest Chaplin film that remains generally well-known among Chaplin fans whose interest in his work goes deeper than the five big features. If I'm right, it's justified, since this was also the best Chaplin film up to that point, and not by any little margin. It's "pure" comedy in a way he'd already been moving away from, and would continue to move away from even more as time went on: basically just two sets, in which virtually every element of set decoration is turned into playground equipment, for Chaplin to indulge in a genuine virtuoso turn, working with no co-stars and playing…