The Face on the Barroom Floor

A very amusing burlesque on the famous poem that has been recited so many times. The poem itself is altered in places and the action is entirely of the low comedy sort. Chas. Chaplin wins new laurels in the leading part. This is bound to please. - The Moving Picture World, August 29, 1914

My experience with this Chaplin Keystone comedy illustrates an important point about silent movies: i.e., presentation is everything. In deciding how you feel about a particular film, it can make a huge difference whether or not you're able to see a good print, projected at optimal speed, accompanied by appropriate music, in the company of a supportive audience. (The last of these criteria may be the most crucial of all, although it also may be the most difficult to arrange.) If one or more of these factors is lacking, it can have a decisive impact on how you regard the film. Even a silk purse can turn into a sow's ear if circumstances weigh against it.

I first saw The Face on the Barroom Floor at a public screening in the mid-1970s, at a local library that hosted weekly film society meetings. Comedy shorts were sometimes shown as curtain raisers to feature films, and, if memory serves, this one was selected as a lead-in to Von Sternberg's The Blue Angel. (Go figure!) I was happy with the selection, as I was already a voracious Chaplin fan and hadn't seen this short before. Unfortunately, however, the folks who organized the screening were stuck with a print that made 'Face' look like a total dud. Like so many Chaplin Keystones, it had been re-edited at some point after its initial release, and ineptly re-edited at that. The scenes were out of sequence, thus the story made no sense. Worse, a poor quality soundtrack had been grafted onto the print, featuring raucous music, cartoon-y sound effects, and occasional voices. (At one point in the action, when Charlie trips over a bear rug, they had him exclaim "Ouch," which for fans is something akin to sacrilege.) I suppose we chuckled here and there, but in this badly mutilated form the film was bewildering and unsatisfying, and when it was over I thought it must have been the worst thing Chaplin ever made.

Fast forward several decades, to the release of the 'Chaplin at Keystone' DVD box set. In all the intervening years I'd never encountered this particular short again, so I tuned in with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. To my surprise, it turned out to be quite enjoyable, in fact the restored version of The Face on the Barroom Floor has become one of my favorite Chaplin Keystones.

Unlike so many Sennett comedies that are loosely improvised, this one has a solid structure. It was designed as a parody of a popular 19th century narrative poem, which tells the tale of an artist whose beloved model runs off with another man. The artist, now a drunken vagabond, tells this sad story in flashback while bumming drinks off a crowd of men in a saloon, and ultimately draws her face on the floor with a piece of chalk. Chaplin followed the basic plot line of the poem, but wickedly pokes fun at it with melodramatic overplaying and characteristic gags (as when he sits on his paints, etc.). It all winds up with a barroom mêlée, albeit a fairly restrained one by Keystone standards. One of the funniest gags stems from deliberate miscasting: the "fair-haired boy" who steals the heart of Charlie's model is portrayed by balding, pudgy Fritz Schade, who to our eyes looks more like Zero Mostel than a fair-haired boy with "dreamy eyes," and our first sight of him is a laugh-out-loud moment. Another highlight is the climactic scene in a park, when Charlie finds out what has happened to his ex-model and her beau, in a shockingly (and impossibly) brief span of time—another big laugh. The restored version is also enhanced by a nicely modulated score by Eric Beheim, which echoes Chaplin's satirical overplaying with parodies of tear-jerking musical themes.

In sum, my experience with this short taught me that you can't really judge a silent movie until you've seen it properly presented. Sadly, that isn't always possible, but in the case of The Face on the Barroom Floor I have discovered that, for me anyway, Chaplin's "worst" Keystone comedy is actually a lot more fun than I ever realized.

Charles Chaplin was a genius, a master, a remarkable actor, an outstanding director and a legendary person. I watched all of his movies and read his autobiography and there's no need to say how much I admire this man - he will always be my number one actor and director of all times. Period.

Charlie started out his career very early and by the age of twelve already had an experience many grown-ups would be jealous of. So when the opportunity arose for him to make it big he took it and came to America in the early 1910s when the silent cinema was already blossoming. Charlie signed a contract with Mack Sennett's Keystone who produced farce and slapstick comedies and the rest is history; many of his early movies I dislike on the basis of them being just too silly, one-dimensional, at times unfunny and lacking that real "Chaplin" feel that he got famous for later. Everyone should start someplace and any place is a good start as long as you've got patience and enough talent to carry on.

The earliest of his movies that I consider a masterpiece is "The face on the barroom floor" (1914). Charlie had already a couple of dozen movies under his belt before this one came along; it still was a farce comedy but what differed this one from the rest was the presence of the soul in it. The movie was based on the poem of the same name and told a story of a broken-down person who fell in love but was left for somebody else. The intertitles in the movie are experts from the poem and Charlie brings it to life masterfully with his performance balancing between slapstick and drama the way only he could do it - brilliantly. "The face on the barroom floor" is only 11 minutes long but it showed all of Charlie's potential and talent to the world and has become his first of many successes in the world in cinema.

In Face on the Barroom Floor, Chaplin satirizes a poem and does some real acting, the kind that is rarely seen at this time in his career, when the vast majority of his films are still packed full of overblown physical comedy, and evidently staggering drunkenness provides a nice catalyst in this direction. Chaplin does play a pretty convincing drunk, but the kicking and punching and falling over backwards, if not outright boring, is clearly below Chaplin's level of talent, I just think that he had yet to realize it. I don't think it was until the more dramatic films of his later career that he really learned what he could do with his craft and how meaningful his films could be.

That being said, it is still nice to see that the Tramp is evolving from the callous jerk of the first few films and into a more human character, although still one who has a few lessons to learn about how to handle life's little conflicts. This is a clever short film that is a little light on the comedy, being that it is a short comedy, but an interesting look at the slow evolution of Chaplin's acting and the steadily thickening plots.

I've seen quite a few Chaplin shorts from early in his career and I've noticed that his early stuff (done for Keystone Studios) is pretty dreadful stuff. Unlike his wonderful full-length films from the 20s and 30s, the films from 1914-1915 are incredibly poorly made--having no script but only vague instructions from the director. In most cases, the films had almost no plot and degenerated to people punching and kicking each other.

This film consists of a lot of barroom scenes as well as scenes where Charlie is an artist. Apparently, he'd been an artist but it all went to pieces when his love left him for another. Oddly, the captions say "two months later" between scenes. After only two months, he sees her and her new beau and they've got a bunch of kids--some looking at least 6 or 8. This and the paint on him that appeared and then disappeared due to bad editing make this an odd and confusing picture. Unfortunately, none of the stuff is particularly interesting.