Watched a DVD yesterday. A sad and hollow experience... The copyright is 1940, and yet this is the last atttempt of 19th century to come to grips with the experiences of the new era.
The movie belongs in the past, where a Jew hitting stormtrouper did not die instantly, where women and children could find refuge on roofs, where the inmate's number was carefully sewed ono his jumpsuit, not tatooed on his forearm. Where concentration camps had mail delivery and some hope to ever let a prisoner go.
Chaplin is a superb actor. But he simply does not have vocabulary for what's going on in this new century. The movie is sad, but not in the way he intended. And it is funny, but it's a guilty laugh.