Monday, March 06, 2006

I think Buster Keaton remains a sentimental favorite, and for the first two-thirds of City Lights, I was amused, but not overwhelmed. I couldn't or didn't necessarily want to see what all the fuss was about.

Then, at the end, Charlie Chaplin just had to go and make me cry.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I know. I know I know I know....

- Jesse

Anonymous said...

Also, I got the cd. It rocks. Many thank yous.

- Jesse

The Earthtopus said...

*tip of the bowler hat, or porkpie, depending on my mood*

I've now seen like fifteen Keaton pieces in the last week, mostly shorts, but still. The Chaplin shorts from the library are next, and then it might be time for Limelight and The Great Dictator.

And then, hopefully the Harold Lloyd DVD collection will have been returned.