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The nature of laughter is different, and the terms "ours" and "alien," though hackneyed, preserve their significance. One and the same action may convey widely different meanings.
Now let us take, not idiotism, but lyricism, sentiment and feeling.
The finale of The Pilgrim is one of the best scenes in Chaplin comedies.
Chaplin, an escapad convict, disguises as a minister. His masquerade proves fatal, for the parishioners get hold of him and he is compelled to preach. And he does, giving a brilliant performance of David's combat with Goliath. (This is one of the funniest scenes in Chaplin's repertoire). Then the church money is stolen. Chaplin's identity becomes known. But he did not take the money: on the contrary, he found the money and returned it. The right of property has not been violated. But Chaplin is a convict. The law, too, must be inviolate. And we see the wretched little prisoner tramping along a dusty road, escorted by a mounted sheriff. The sheriff, at heart, is like Javert, the detective in Hugo's Les miserables. When Javert becomes convinced of the goodness of Jean Valjean, the former convict he has persecuted half his life, he fails to do his duty for the first time in his life: he leaves his post, so to speak, and lets Valjean go. Valjean is free.
The sheriff is sentimental. He wants to let the "good" convict go. And here is Chaplin's masterpiece: the sheriff is escorting him along the Mexican border. But it. does not enter the highly-principled convict's head to escape across the border to free Mexico. He does not get the sheriff's hints. Then comes the best moment of all: the sheriff asks his prisoner ... to pick a flower for him, on the other side of the border, in Mexico. Chaplin obligingly crosses the border. The sheriff, the load off his mind, gives the spurs to his horse. But . . . Chaplin catches up with him and gives him the flower.
As far as I remember, Chaplin gets kicked in the pants and the concluding shots show him walking away, one foot in the U.S.A. and the other in Mexico, the border lying between his feet. No solution.
We know how the Bolsheviks fight.
We know how the Bolsheviks work.
We know how the Bolsheviks gain their victories.
And today we see how the Bolsheviks laugh.
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