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| Chaplin
Coincidences - Part I |
| Sadakichi
Hartmann and The Last Thirty Days of Christ |
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Every so often I find myself remarking that
Charlie seemed to be part of an interesting
coincidence-ideas he had or things he was
thinking about were echoed in the thoughts
and minds of others or, in the case I'll
be outlining today, Charlie and some individual
crossed paths and a sort of mutual influence
took place because of that brief encounter.
To start out this several-part series, I
wanted to highlight a truly unique individual,
poet and playwright Sadakichi Hartmann.
Discussing Hartmann in his relation to Charlie
is also timely here, because this year is
one of those rare years when Charlie's birthday
falls on Easter (another such year, for
all you trivia buffs, was the year of Abraham
Lincoln's assassination, 1865). So April
seems to be the perfect month to investigate
a confluence of Hartmann, Chaplin and the
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About
Charlie's acting in the film, Hartmann
writes:
"As good as ever-a great specialist
in the art of self-production. It is
amazing with what ease, volatility and
technical finesse he performs all this
nonsense-he does it apparently without
effort. Only great comedians like Wyndham,
Coquelin, Haase, had that light persuasive
touch. The 'macaroni eating' scene,
the prize-fight and the escape from
the police are exemplary as this sort
of, may we say, hokum histrionism. In
the cinema it cannot be accomplished
without endless calculation and correction,
and that probably explains the long
time of making it."
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Interestingly, Hartmann has been in
the news again lately. The New York
Sun just published an article on
April 14th entitled "King of the Bohemians:
Past & Present." Hartmann was born
in Japan of a German father and Japanese
mother in 1867 and then unceremoniously
disowned "and shipped to a Philadelphia
great-uncle" in 1881. Self-educated,
he began writing news articles as a
teenager, one of which followed a lunch
with poet Walt Whitman. His first play,
entitled Christ was banned and burned
publicly after Hartmann was arrested
for obscenity. So, in 1916, he decided
to move to California and try his luck
there, even landing a small role in
Douglas Fairbanks's The Thief of
Baghdad as the Court Magician.
But Hartmann became known mostly for
his poetry and criticism-of art, of
photography, and even of film, for it
turns out that he wrote an extensive
review of Charlie's City Lights,
just as Charlie himself was writing
about Hartmann in "A Comedian Sees the
World." Published in the March 1931
issue of The Curtain, Hartmann begins
by writing
"Does this effort
come as a final test whether the silent
cinema can compete with the Talkie?
I hardly think so. The unprofessional
outside is not aware of such a problem.
It seems that there will always be room
and patronage for the silent, when it
is well done. The average bulk of the
public will tire just as quickly of
the Talkie, and
in a few years, look around for something else." 
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This review only gives a slight
impression of the sort of persona Hartmann
projected to the world. Probably John
Barrymore's characterization of Hartmann
gives the most apt impression
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of his eccentricity. Barrymore described
Hartmann as "a living freak [...] sired
by Mephistopheles out of Madame Butterfly."
Hartmann's 1920 play The Last Thirty Days
of Christ, however, offers a bit more
self-generated evidence of this, with
passages such as a recounting of Jesus
and the disciples crossing the river Jordan:
" 'Onward,' commanded short-legged
Peter, just at the moment when he made
a misstep that enveloped his stalwart
form to the neck. With only his nose
and shining eyes and raised arms above
the foam he looked so ridiculous that
Mattheus could not resist the temptation
of squirting water at him.
This infuriated the son of Mary so,
that unmindful of getting his clothes
wet he threw himself on his stomach
and began with one arm and legs to beat
and kick the water, producing such an
uproar in the wet element that the former
custom officer lost his bearing and
disappeared in the churn, to rise again
with his hair dripping, and spitting
and blowing like the veritable embodiment
of a river god" (51).
It was this work that caught Charlie's
attention, although it seems certain
that their paths had crossed on many
other occasions. Charlie mentions Hartmann
by name in "A Comedian Sees the World."
In a discussion on Jesus and his various
authorial interpretations with biographer
Emil Ludwig in Nice, Charlie writes
" 'The one that was the
most beautiful to me," I replied, "was
The Last Thirty Days of Christ
written by Sadakichi Hartmann. In his
conception, Christ was both the mystic
and philosopher, a lone figure, misunderstood
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Gerith
von Ulm in the book Charlie Chaplin:
King of Tragedy (1940), from information
supposedly provided by Charlie's valet
Toraichi Kono, describes Hartmann "as
a friend to whom his own gifts of mind
and heart make obeisance," an artist
"whose work a hundred years from now
will be handled reverently. Charlie
knows of the battle against illness
and poverty of this great mind embittered
by his struggle against almost insurmountable
odds and of his fearless battle against
mediocrity in the face of these odds"
(281).
Von Ulm notes also that Chaplin believed
Hartmann's Last Thirty Days of Christ
to be one of the greatest satires ever
written, but only by sheer persistence
was the author able to get Charlie to
buy a copy. Hartmann's
books were notoriously expensive because
they were all self-published. So even
in the 1920s, one of them would cost
anywhere from ten to twenty-five dollars
(In contrast, Charlie's My Trip Abroad
originally retailed for $1). Von Ulm
includes verbatim one of Hartmann's
many begging letters to Charlie, which
provides additional evidence of his
own particular brand of eccentricity:
Dear Chaplin
Lend me your ear!
I talked with Kono this afternoon and I do not know
whether he was serious or joking. At any rate I don't know
whether or not you ever saw the books I left last Monday evening.
Kono was inclined to make fun of the price. Of course I do not expect
him to know anything about first editions.
The copies in question are almost impossible to get, they belong
to my own private set and I sell them only because . . . As I hoped to get
rid of them this week, will you if you do not want them by chance give
orders to return them by special messenger at my expense as I may have
an opportunity to dispose of them on Sunday.
Sincerely,
Sadakichi Hartmann (282)
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The author of this
newsletter, Lisa Stein, is an accomplished Chaplin collector
and scholar who has written extensively and spoken internationally
about Chaplin's life and art. She holds a PhD degree for
her studies of Charlie Chaplin.
To learn more about or contact Dr. Stein, please visit
her website:
thelittlefellow.org: A Charlie Chaplin Fan Page.
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