The Gold Rush

Synopsis: A lone prospector ventures into Alaska looking for gold. He gets mixed up with some burly characters and falls in love with the beautiful Georgia. He tries to win her heart with his singular charm.
Director(s): Charles Chaplin
Production: Janus Films
  Nominated for 2 Oscars. Another 3 wins & 1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
8.2
Rotten Tomatoes:
100%
NOT RATED
Year:
1925
95 min
301 Views

In the great Gold Rush, Alaska|was the hope and dream of men,

the ruthless siren|of the Far North,

beckoning thousands|to her icy bosom.

Beckoning thousands|to her unknown regions.

Chilkoot Pass was the great barrier|to the gold fields.

Over this Pass men faced|untold misery and hardship.

Many lost their lives.|Some fell by the wayside,

others lost courage|and turned back.

But the brave went on.

Far into the icy north,|deep into the silent nowhere,

came an undaunted lone prospector.

And somewhere in that nowhere|was another lone prospector.

With cheerful optimism|our little Columbus descended,

then stopped, stepped,|slipped and slid.

"Now let me see,"|thought the little fellow.

"Before I know where I am,|I must get there."

There in that frozen wilderness|a dream came true,

and a lone voice shrieked|into the solemn sky,

"Eureka! I've found it,|a mountain of gold!"

But the elements laughed,|roared and thundered.

In that raging nowhere|was a lone cabin,

and another lone man,|Black Larson,

an unmitigated,|predatory scoundrel.

Out of the lashing storm|came the Little Fellow

to find shelter and perhaps|a little hospitality.

There he sat,|resting his weary bones

as the icy wind howled|through the knothole.

"Come here," said Larson.

"What are you doing?"

"Eating, obviously."

"Get out."

"Go on!"

"Get out!"

The wind also was giving|Big Jim his troubles.

Big Jim was the noble type.|He had suffered.

Oh, how he loved to suffer.|He suffered about everything.

"Get out," said Black Larson.

"Or I'll fill you both|full of lead."

"Now then,|the pair of you, get out!"

"Out!"

That kind of noise|Jim don't tolerate.

"I'll stay right here, understand?"

"Right here," said Big Jim.

"Yes, sir, he'll stay right here,"|said the Little Fellow.

"Understand? We stay right here."

And stay they did,

for days and nights.|The cabin moaned and groaned.

Two men walked and never talked,|hunger gnawed their bones.

"I must have food!" yelled Big Jim.

"I must have food!"

"What are you eating?"|Said Black Larson.

"Nothing."

"Open your mouth!"

"Liar! It's that candle."

"That?" said the Little Fellow.|"How revolting."

"If I thought you were holding out|on me, I'd slit your gizzard!"

"One of us must brave that storm,|if we're to get food."

"Come here, the pair of you."

"We'll cut the cards|and the low man goes."

"You're the man," said Jim.

"Goodbye, good luck."

"Don't forget|to bring home the bacon."

Somewhere in that nowhere,|the law was looking for Black Larson.

Desperate with hunger|and here it was Thanksgiving Day.

Nevertheless there was something|to be thankful for.

"Not quite done yet,|give it two more minutes."

"Come on, come on," said Big Jim.

After scouring the country for food,

the Little Fellow had to admit|he had seen nothing,

not even a field mouse.

From the pangs of hunger,

Big Jim was becoming delirious,|hysterical.

In fact he was a pain in the neck.

"Food, food!" he thundered.

"I can put another shoe in the pot."

"No, no, anything but that!"

Poor Jim, he couldn't take it.

"What's the matter?"|Said the Little Fellow.

"I thought you were a chicken."

"Well, build up the fire,"|said Big Jim.

"What's the matter with you?"|Said the Little Fellow.

"Come, my pretty bird,"|said Big Jim.

"Don't be childish."

"Hey, quit it.|Don't be foolish, it's me!"

"You!" said Jim.

"I'm sorry. I must be crazy."

"You're telling me,"|said the Little Fellow.

"You go inside. I'll take the gun|in case you lose it."

Chicken or no chicken,

the Little Fellow looks appetizing|to Big Jim.

Meanwhile Black Larson stumbled|onto Big Jim's mountain of gold.

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