B&W Sure Beats S&M

MV5BMTQyNTgyNTQ3N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzgyMDYyMQ@@._V1_SY317_CR10,0,214,317_So I had originally written this on my Tumblr page about a year ago after watching the 1940s hit movie, “The Great Dictator”, but it still applies for today:

Wait. Before you judge this post by its title, READ IT.

The other day I saw a Charlie Chaplin movie from 1940 called “The Great Dictator”. It was a comedic, black and white film about a Jewish barber in the Ghetto who accidentally gets mistaken for Adolf Hitler. Surely enough, Chaplin plays a double role, and as Ronald Weasley says, Chaplin is “bloody brilliant” in portraying the innocence of a barber living in such dreadful times as well as in hilariously “humanizing” Hitler (alliteration!), all in little over two hours.

Now I’m no film critic or anything but I do enjoy watching cinema because they show existence outside reality. And I find great actors to be well…great, because of how good they can mimic and sell the lives of the people they act as. Does that make sense? But many of today’s movies are plagued by the same horrible themes that are bringing down the music industry: sex, drugs, violence, glamour and money. And after a while, movies feel like a blur and there doesn’t seem much motivation to watch anything anymore.

This isn’t a rant on cinema today or anything but instead it’s a newly-discovered appreciation for simple art and simple direction with motion pictures. Instead of the glossy yet epic green-screen effects or the crude but still hysterical punchlines found in today’s “best” movies like “Transformers” or “The Hangover”, respectively, “The Great Dictator” was simply just a simple (wordplay!) and amusing watch. And I enjoyed the fact that I was still able to laugh at Chaplin’s clean humor as he stuffs himself upside down in a barrel in hopes of hiding from the Nazis, even though everyone can see his legs stick up in the air. Or when, as Hitler, he yanks off a Nazi colonel’s medals from his uniform in anger and continues to unbutton and unzip his uniform, leaving the petrified colonel in only his checkered underpants. It wasn’t gay, and it saddens me that I thought people may think that when they read my sentence. I BLAME THE MOVIES! It was a great movie to watch, I recommend it to anyone who just wants to lose themselves to an earlier, uncomplicated, yet tumultuous nevertheless, world where people can confuse a barber with one of history’s greatest characters, all because of a little upper-lip hair! Not to mention that Chaplin’s speech at the end of the movie is probably one of the best of all time! Here’s the trailer:

Thoughts? Leave them below, I’d love to hear them!