Charlie Chaplin's stubbornly delayed adjustment to sound moviemaking (solely for some stomach-growling sound effects and for a little ditty sung in gibberish) offers a slapstick treatment of the Expressionists' man-versus-machine anxieties. Doing this in 1936 is characteristic of Chaplin's foot-dragging throughout his career. A few of the "bits," such as the automatic feeding contraption, belong however in the Best-of-Chaplin anthologies. With Paulette Goddard. (1936) — Duncan Shepherd
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