Charlie Chaplin (1951)

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cc 232 returns to have his gloves removed. Then he goes off to the — water fountain for a drink! The friendly, broken-down boxer gets a telegram warning him the police are on his trail and to get out of town. Before Charlie knows what has happened, his friend has vanished and he is face to face with a real tough fighter, one who has no intention of splitting the purse and who misinterprets the little man's somewhat coy overtures for friendship. Charlie is beside himself with fear. Seeing a husky Negro boxer rubbing himself with a rabbit's foot, he borrows the charm to use on himself. When a few minutes later the Negro is carried back unconscious, Charlie frantically tries to rub off the "charm." In the ring, he seeks safety from the tough guy behind the referee. The fight turns into ballet as the two boxers sidestep around the referee. He ducks and hugs his opponent at every swing. Later (with the aid of an invisible wire) he dives across the ring into his opponent's and the referee's stomachs. In a one-two-three punch by his opponent, the first sways him in one direction, the second in the other direction, but the third, instead of putting him out, gives him extra pep. The fight is crowded with more ineffable funny business, including simultaneous knockouts and counts, first on one of the boxers, then on the other, an entanglement with the bell rope, and an unexpected but logical end — Charlie out for the count. "Still hoping to get money for the girl," Charlie wanders the city. In a theatre crowd the millionaire, back from Europe and drunk to the point of recognition, sees the little tramp, pushes him into his car, and takes him home. There a pair of robbers are at work when they hear the car drive up. They hide behind a curtain as the befuddled millionaire gives Charlie the money to pay for the blind girl's operation. As the millionaire goes into his depres