Charlie Chaplin (1951)

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two minor comedies ^57 hands and knees he suddenly darts through the room and lands upright on the bed, to turn an innocent smile at his wife. But such a reception does not go down with her and she flounces out with her maids to engage separate rooms. Left alone the alcoholic husband broods at a table where his wife's photograph stands among other loved objects — liquor bottles. He picks up the portrait and gazes at it tearfully, turns around to put it down again, still shaken by convulsive sobs. From the rear his shoulders move up and down more rapidly, as if in an intensification of his grief. But when he turns forward it is with a bland expression and we find that the accelerated shoulder movements come from the manipulation of a cocktail shaker. (A variation, of course, on the opening gag of "The Immigrant.") Later he receives a note from his wife promising forgiveness if he will attend a masked ball that evening. Meanwhile the Tramp has wandered to the golf course adjoining the hotel and goes into a sequence burlesquing the game, then at its peak of popularity. Not finding the sand on the course to his liking, he sprinkles his own brand, dredged from one of his pockets. Walking nonchalantly past another golfer, poised for a shot, he kicks the ball along, as though by accident, while the puzzled but suspicious golfer follows. Kicking the ball into a bush he quickly bends down to pick it up, only to face the owner who has circled around the other side and beats him to it. Wandering off Charlie sees a ball land in the open mouth of a sleeping hobo. As his snoring lifts the ball Charlie hits it out of this "trap." During the game he catches a glimpse of the Wife on horseback, on a canter through the woods. Smitten with the beautiful woman, he daydreams of what might be, in vision after vision, starring himself as romantic hero — until he reawakens to the lonely Tramp reality.