A still from the movie, 'The Kid'. There is something quietly tragic about how history has remembered Charlie Chaplin. Over the decades, he has been lovingly preserved in the archive of “slapstick genius,” safely labelled as comic relief from a monochrome era. We replay the waddle, the twirl of the cane, the stumble that never quite becomes a fall, and we smile with a certain affection that feels complete in itself. Yet the more one lingers on the image of The Tramp, the more