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"City Lights" 227
The picture opens with the words "City Lights" spelled out in electric bulbs over a city square at night. The scene fades into daytime with a crowd gathered for the unveiling of a monument: "To the people of the city we donate this monument: Peace and Prosperity." It consists of three figures, a seated woman and two standing male figures below, one with a sword. In a burlesque of the talkies, a saxophone jabbers in accompaniment to the speaker, resuming on a higher note, behind the next speaker, an elderly clubwoman. Then the monument is unveiled — to reveal a little tramp asleep in the stone woman's lap. Dignitaries yell at him to climb down immediately, which he does, only to impale himself on the sculptured sword. As he attempts to regain his footing when the national anthem is played, he blunders into a position where a statue's upheld hand thumbs Charlie's nose. Finally, with an apologetic tip of his hat, he steps off and disappears over a fence.
"Afternoon." At a busy street corner he has trouble with a jeering newsboy who snatches his cane from under his arm, then plucks a ragged glove end off Chaplin's chiding finger. The tramp has to remove the glove end again to snap his fingers in the boy's face. Then he gets in trouble with a sidewalk elevator while admiring some art objects, including a nude statuette, in a store window. His eyes keep returning to the nude but with all the pretenses of the esthete appreciating subtleties of molding and proportions. Each time he steps back, for perspective, the elevator rises just in time; but eventually he finds himself taken down. He climbs back to the sidewalk and from there starts bawling out the man coming up who, as the elevator completes its ascent, towers over him and sends the little tramp scuttling.
On his way he avoids a traffic cop by slipping through a limousine parked at the curb. A pretty flower girl, hearing the limousine door open and believing a millionaire