Exception: we watched a lot of Charlie Chaplin when I was small, and I liked that a lot. The main reason I liked it though is because my parents had a poster from “The Kid” in the passage, and I thought that the child in the picture was me.
Every time I walked past it I thought There I am. There’s me and Charlo.
I was only four, but still, this seems extremely weird.
Putting Charlo aside, I have never sat through a whole silent film.
My friend Cath swears that Buster Keaton movies are genuinely funny, but I’m worried I wouldn’t even laugh once.
When that movie “The Actress” came out, the main thing I thought was “This is certainly not for me.”
“Why don’t they just put talking in.”
Although I cannot see the point of silent films, I can understand your appeal completely – you have a truly excellent face.