First of all, it was very touching to meet at the Comédie Bastille, a stone's throw from the rue Nicolas-Appert, near the former offices of
Charlie Hebdo.
As part of the Phénix Festival, the first “Avignon prefecture” where a saving piece was being played that evening. What was it? Well! by Charlie Chaplin. The play, signed Cliff Paillé, is quite simply remarkable because, from the start, we are in Chaplin's head, in his head who is building his new film
The Dictator
. He wonders. Can his elastic body still adapt to the arrival of the talking film? The play begins thus: we see Chaplin typing, he tears his curly hair. He has an idea in his head. Suddenly his brother, Sidney, asks him: "
What's your idea?"
Charlie replies: "
Hitler, I want to pay myself Hitler!"
Sidney: "
A comedy about Hitler?
»But yes, why not!
Strange confrontation
Then comes Paulette Goddard.
She complains, her love affair with Chaplin is almost behind them.
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