Yes… I have rather neglected A KING IN NEW YORK, after blogging about the opening subtitle. Maybe it’s the dread of having to rewatch A COUNTESS FROM HONG KONG, or maybe it’s anxiety about how I’ll feel about this film itself?
Chaplin has literally named himself Shadow, here, or nearly — he’s named himself King Shahdov. It’s fairly explicit that he’s a shahdo ov his former self. I’d puzzled over Chaplin’s reversal of his stated opposition to dictators — “Dictators free themselves, but they enslave the world!” Suddenly he’s playing a seemingly sympathetic monarch. I guess monarchs are born into it, rather than seeking it, so he classes them differently.
Chaplin had, five years before, been booted out of the U.S. Shadhov reverses that by being booted out of his native land — actually, fleeing, with the nation’s riches — into the U.S. So autobiography, as usual, is strongly present. But there might be alternative readings. Maybe, for instance, New York in this movie could be a stand-in for Switzerland, the nation Chaplin actually fled to, or the UK, the country he originally came from and where he returned, briefly, to make this film. He couldn’t stay long for tax reasons, so this movie was shot quicker than other CC joints.
Here is the budget top sheet.
“The fact that we have not had a script to work from has been a very considerable handicap.” I wonder when the script eventually showed up.
Chaplin is apparently being paid living expenses only?
“Sexy girl – £100.”
No Completion Fee (I guess this is what we’d now call a completion bond — without it, there’s less of a safety net but since the completion bond guarantor’s usual main recourse is to fire the director, and that’s not an option here since he’s also the star, it seems a reasonable saving).
If there was a fifth page, it seems to be missing.
I was given the budget by Lawrie Knight, who filched it oyt of a drawer at Pinewood when he worked as an assistant director. I gifted it to David Robinson in gratitude for his giving up his seat to me at the closing gala of the Pordenone Silent Film Festival.
The “Estrovians” in this film — a neighbour of Tomania and Bacteria and Austerlich? — are played by Brits, which is convenient for the budget but also consistent with Chaplin playing their King. He doesn’t get any real laughs out of his arrival and press conference, though again it has autobio signif. The business with his prime minister absconding with his loot is mere plot. It’s only when the King sgteps out for a night on the town that Chaplin can get to his intended satire.
But is Chaplin close enough to life as it was lived in New York in the 1950s to satirise it effectively? We might pair this film with another late movie, EYES WIDE SHUT, as New York movies made by shut-in ex-pat geniuses which come from a place of inexperience.
The second unit obligingly provide Chaplin with some skyscraper shots, not the first ever Dutch tilts in a CC movie, but maybe the first handheld angle.
Shadhov finds the streets noisy — sirens and deafening music (“When I think of a million dollars / Tears come to my eyes”) broadcast from buildings (?) so he and his Ambassador (Oliver Johnston — plucked from obscurity by Chaplin and cast again in COUNTESS) decide to check out a movie.
Did New York movie houses still have live prologues in 1957? It’s possible they did, because the city had a vision of itself as exceptionally metropolitan to maintain. But did they feature bands — drummer, large horn section, pianist-singer — performing songs about rock ‘n’ roll in a big band style? I mean, anything’s possible, and this isn’t crazier than THE GIRL CAN’T HELP IT, in which rock ‘n’ roll stars perform in swank nightclubs. It seems weird, though. “Do you think this sort of thing is healthy?” ponders the King.
“I got shoes / I got shoes / Shoes to step on all your blues / When you do that rock ‘n’ roll tonight.”
My first laugh (9.07 mins in) comes when Shadhov, advancing down the aisle to a seat, steps over a swooned teenybopper. I think it’s the throwaway nature of the glimpsed sleeper that elevates it. Chaplin being who he is, he makes sure to serve up a reverse angle displaying further prone revellers, one of whom revives in time to bite his ankle. Which is rather inexplicable. These kids today are wild, seems to be the idea.
The movie’s about to start! TO BE CONTINUED