Showing posts with label Michael Chaplin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Chaplin. Show all posts

Saturday, December 19, 2015

"My forgotten dad, Charlie Chaplin"

By Michael Chaplin.

This is from a few years ago (2007) but was new to me, although we've heard these stories before. I think Chaplin has had quite a resurgence since then as well. Although I don't think he was ever really forgotten.

"HE HATED watching his old movies, didn't like Christmas and could be a terrifying father. His son reveals why he fears the comedy legend is in danger of being forgotten on the anniversary of his death...."

Sunday, December 21, 2014

The Chaplins, Christmas 1952

Charlie and his family spent the holidays that year at the Beau Rivage Hotel in Lausanne. They had just moved there from the Savoy Hotel in London where they had been living since Chaplin was refused reentry to the U.S. in September. In January 1953, he will purchase the Manoir de Ban in Corsier-Sur-Vevey. His final home.

At this time, the Chaplins had four children: Geraldine, Michael, Josephine, and Victoria. Oona is probably pregnant here with Eugene who will be born in August 1953.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Family photo, c. 1952

L-R: Geraldine, Oona (holding Victoria), Josephine, CC, & Michael, who is mimicked by his father.
Photo by W. Eugene Smith for Life magazine ("Chaplin At Work," March 17, 1952)

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Colorized photos from ILLUSTRATED magazine, September 20th, 1952

The photographer, Antony Beauchamp (son-in-law of Winston Churchill), recalled that Chaplin's secretary tried to cancel this sitting the day before. Beauchamp replied with a telegram stating that he was going to show up at the scheduled time anyway "whether the drawbridge is up or down." So the next day he "stormed" the Chaplin house. "After half an hour Charlie came down and surrendered. Fortified by Moscow Mules, a favourite Hollywood cocktail, we took pictures for an hour and a half before the star sank into an armchair, begging for respite. Then my assistant rushed in to tell me that my camera had not been working properly, the session had been wasted. So another round of Moscow Mules was quickly ordered and handed round. Chaplin drank, lifted himself from his armchair, and began to pose for me once again." (Illustrated, 9/20/52)

Thursday, September 12, 2013

A King In New York, released September 12th, 1957*

Chaplin plays King Shahdov, a deposed monarch who seeks refuge in America.
Shahdov pantomimes an order for caviar in a loud nightclub.
 On the left is Oliver Johnston who is excellent as the long-suffering Ambassador Jaume.

After watching Dawn Addams (Ann Kay) taking a bath through a keyhole,
Shahdov becomes so excited that he leaps into his own tub.
Chaplin had filmed many takes of this scene but the gag wasn't coming off,
according to associate producer Jerry Epstein.  Annoyed, Chaplin did one last take.
This time he hit his head on the porcelain and it made a loud crack.
Epstein recalled that you could have heard a pin drop on the set, but Charlie stood up, rubbed his head,
and said, "Good or bad, it goes."

Chaplin directs Shani Wallis' nightclub scene which was deleted from the film.
Charlie with son, Michael, who plays Rupert. 
Publicity shot of Dawn Addams, who played Ann Kay.
Addams became friends with Charlie & Oona after she auditioned for the role of Terry in Limelight.
 She later recalled that Charlie's favorite acting instruction to her  was "break though."
"Remember to be definite," he said, "moving your head is indefinite.
Only make a move when it means something."
This was a lesson Chaplin learned 50 years earlier from H.A. Saintsbury
who told him not to move his head too much while acting.

*This was the date of the UK release. The film wasn't released in the U.S. until 1972.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Christmas with Charlie, Vol. 6

When I was about twelve years old I asked my father what he thought about Chrismas. He was reserved about such things and rarely discussed them with us. But I pushed the point.
"Dad," I insisted, "what do you really think about Christmas?"
He gave me a thoughtful look and then replied, "It's the most conceited, commercial day of the year and it's exploited by everybody. It's supposed to be built on the principle that Jesus was born on that day, but it's just a load of pretense. When so many people in the world are suffering it's a criminal waste to spend all those millions on fancy gifts and unhealthy cakes and drink. It's a big joke."
My mother enjoyed the family part of Christmas...the younger children's excitement, the mysteriously packaged gifts...and I guess my father went along with it all because it made her happy. 
--Michael Chaplin, I Couldn't Smoke The Grass On My Father's Lawn, 1966

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Charlie and Oona with Michael, Victoria (in her father's lap) and Josephine on vacation in the French Riviera, 1956.