The Gold Rush collars you, plays quickly upon your emotions and leaves you in that mood where you can't laugh without a sob tearing through, or sob without a laugh bubbling up from the depths of the understanding of laugh.

Mr. Chaplin cooking and eating one of his famous shoes is a sight to make you rock with laughter -- that has in it a low rumble of sympathy.

When Chaplin is complex he is not true to himself. When we admire his complexities we are not true to him. To acclaim The Gold Rush among his finest work would be to confess a misunderstanding of the very qualities that have made Chaplin fine.

One of Charlie Chaplin’s unqualified masterpieces, up there with City Lights and Modern Times.