"The Gold Rush"

My meetings with Charlie have been all too rare. "The Gold Rush" was the first film I saw, but unfortunately at a time when I was too young to even know the meanings of such words" as "significance," "philosophy." "direction.' "pathos," "humanity." But I remember I laughed, as Charlie intended me to, when Charlie ate the stewed boots, when the avalanche pushed his log-cabin to the edge of a precipice and leaves It rocking in space. I remember Charlie's party to which none came, the feeling of pity I had for the good little man, surrounded by so many nasty bad men looking greedily for gold. I wasn't old enough to realise the significance of Charlie's black silhouette against the Immense white snow. Charlie not only fighting against society, but nature as well.