Chaplin

I spent a good part of Saturday afternoon trying to track down two Charlie Chaplin movies, City Lights and Gold Rush, all with no luck. I went to all the video stores I know of from one end of the greater Princeton area to the other, but I was only able to track the films down on two different box sets, one of which was $92 and the other $79.
Needless to say, I decided not to spend the $170 and went home without the movies, which was rather disappointing. These are classics! Why should it be so bloody hard to track them down without having to spend a fortune.
I may try Netflix, or buying them online, but when all is said and done, the interest in seeing them might have worn down by the time they arrive.
Each movie manages to give The Tramp humanity in certain scenes that are in such stark relief to the slapstick in the rest of the film that it makes Chaplin look like a genius. He can go from having The Tramp make soup out of a shoe to standing out in cold and looking in on a party he wasn't invited to. It'll knock you down if you let it. If you haven't seen either film, see them.
On another note, Chaplin lived a few towns over from where my grandmother lives in Switzerland, so that's kinda cool.