We watched a documentary on “classical” cinema today and—BOOM—within the first five minutes they had shown clips from:
I was fairly weeping with joy.
Then we watched a bit of The Gold Rush, which was a thrill for me, because not only have I never seen a Chaplin film, I’ve never seen a silent in its entirety. Lemme tell you, if I had been alone in the auditorium, I would have been shrieking with laughter, no lie. I was literally writhing in my seat trying to keep my laughter contained.
The best part was that everybody else was laughing too. Not tittering, not giggling, full out LAUGHING. It made me so happy that films like these stand the test of time.