The Gold Rush | Movie review
Chaplin’s classic screens in a restoration at the Siskel.
Charlie Chaplin goes a-prospectin’, eats his shoe and works miracles with a fork and dinner rolls in this classic of the silent era. Chaplin reputedly said this was the film he wanted to be remembered for, and you can understand why. Without the sentimentality of City Lights or the political edge of Modern Times, The Gold Rush is simply undiluted Chaplinania, with one briskly staged gag after another. The movie peaks early, as the Tramp and disheveled cohort Big Jim McKay (Mack Swain) fend off hunger during a long storm. The finale, which finds their cabin dangling over a cliff, likewise brings down the house (yuk, yuk). The Siskel is showing the original cut, not Chaplin’s 1942, narration-added edit.