It took nine tailors (1948)

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120 IT TOOK NINE TAILORS expressed plainly my viewpoint on marriage. But Marie still insisted that she was unhappy with her lot. At that I reached up and fingered the pearl necklace at her throat. I was inquiring how any woman could be unhappy with those. She angrily tore the pearls from her neck and tossed them out the window, thinking that would upset me. But the cost of a string of pearls was immaterial to me; I merely crossed to a couch and picked up a saxophone, which I was trying to learn to play. Suddenly Marie became panic stricken at what she had done. The pearls were really important to her because she had been poor all her life. She dashed out of the apartment and down into the street to recover the valuable jewels. To me her anxiety over the pearls was a huge joke. I lay back on the couch and laughed helplessly at her feminine perverseness. The development of this entire scene, from the moment Marie told me she wanted children through the laughing bit at the finish, took days and days in the shooting. Every possible way to express the content of the scene was explored and experimented with. It was remarkable how much Chaplin made us tell with just a look, a gesture, a lifted eyebrow. The laughing scene was one of the most difficult I have ever had to do. I laughed for one whole day. I laughed until I was exhausted; my stomach ached, my sides ached, my head ached. One of the best scenes in the picture had to be cut after it%was shown at previews. The audience laughed too hard and too long at it. This was a short bit at the railroad station, where a baggageman was observed moving a trunk in the background. Nobody ever showed such contempt for other people's property. He pushed the trunk off a truck and it crashed to the station platform. Then he picked up the trunk and tossed it into a corner. Wham! He seemed to be doing his best to smash the trunk to kindling wood. All the people in the preview audience had seen baggagemen do the same thing to their own trunks. Now it was happening to somebody else's trunk and they yelled with delight—they screamed and laughed way into the next scene. This