The old identical twin routine, with a tramp (Charlie Chaplin) being confused with a member of the idle rich (also Charlie Chaplin), and hilarity (ok mild amusement) ensuing. It's not a homerun or anything, but there are nice moments in Charlie waddling while crouched way down to conceal the fact that he's forgotten to wear his pants (ah yes, the old I forgot to put on pants bit), his twist-a-whirl style of hitting a golf ball, a hobo lying on the golf course with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of golf balls in his mouth that pop up when his belly is pressed, and the fighting with the rich man, trapped in a knight's armor with the face mask down and stuck. Gosh, I hope I didn't just give away the whole film. There isn't much to the romance, but I liked the tramp's fleeting fantasy of rescuing the leading lady (Edna Purviance) and his thoughts racing forward to marriage and kids, and little moments of attraction the two have, the cutest of which is a subtle little holding of hands.
Review of The Idle Class
