Joker: Charlie Chaplin

“To truly laugh, you must be able to take your pain and play with it,” said Charlie Chaplin. As an adolescent, I watched countless movies of Chaplin merely because the religious institution which educated me had their own copies of the movies and they considered Chaplin innocent entertainment.

Watching those movies, I grew up thinking of Chaplin as a happy-go-lucky man, quite like the drunk millionaire in City Lights: exuberant, affectionate, and wildly generous, as well as singing, dancing, and embracing the Tramp (Chaplin) as his best friend. It took me a few years to learn that Chaplin’s personal life was a tragedy. This man who made us all laugh endlessly was crying all the time deep within himself.

Born into extreme poverty in London, Chaplin’s early years were anything but theatrical delight. His father was an absent alcoholic and his mother, a talented singer, suffered from severe mental illness. When she was institutionalised, young Chaplin was sent to a workhouse, one of those many Victorian establishments where the poor were stripped of the little dignity they might have had.

Indignity and deprivation faced in childhood shaped Chaplin’s humour. The Tramp that made us laugh in over sixty movies was not just a caricature but a reflection. He was a man pushed to the margins, yet clinging stubbornly to dignity.

There is something deeply unsettling in this. What the world laughed at was, in essence, a stylised version of Chaplin’s own suffering.

Even his adult life wasn’t a happy one in spite of the successful movies he produced. His personal life was riddled with controversies: tumultuous relationships, public scandals, and political persecution in the USA during the Red Scare, which ultimately forced him into exile.

Wasn’t Chaplin always the quintessential outsider in his movies? When America exiled Chaplin, it unwittingly turned him into his own creation: the Tramp wandering without a home. But unlike the Tramp in his movies, Chaplin did not stumble. He walked away with quiet dignity, leaving behind a nation that could not understand the man who had made them laugh.

It is only much later in my life I realised that I had missed the deeper function of the humour in Chaplin’s movies by reducing it to mere entertainment. For Chaplin, laughter was survival rather than escape. It was a way of reclaiming control in a world that had denied him stability, dignity, and belonging.

The Joker, then, is not a figure of ridicule. He is a figure of resilience.

Chaplin teaches us that laughter can coexist with sorrow and pain. Laughter can in fact arise from sorrow and pain, though fragile and defiant.

The loudest laughter sometimes comes from the deepest pain.

The Great Dictator is an unforgettable movie of Chaplin’s. When Chaplin began work on it in the late 1930s, Hitler was not yet a universal villain. Much before the world saw it, Chaplin perceived the terrifying absurdity of totalitarian power.

And then he did something incredible, something audacious: he turned Hitler into a figure of ridicule.

Chaplin played both the tyrant and the victim in the movie, the dictator Hynkel and the humble Jewish barber. More than a cinematic device, it was a political statement. The oppressor and the oppressed can wear the same face, but live in entirely different moral worlds.

Later, however, on realising the full horror of the Holocaust, Chaplin confessed that he would not have made the film as a comedy if he was aware of the full catastrophe. Some pains run too deep for comedy.

The Joker in Chaplin was as wise as Shakespeare’s clowns. Like the Fool in King Lear, Chaplin’s Tramp could declare to many of the world’s heroes: “I am better than thou art now; I am a fool, thou art nothing.” 

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