1992 / Richard Attenborough > Considering the spotlight on Robert Downey, Jr. post-Iron Man, it’s shocking that more people haven’t brought up his magnificent performance in Chaplin. Even now, watching Charlie’s flicks, I can’t help but substitute in Downey’s face without a worry. At age 27, he mimicked the lives of one of the most magnetic performers in cinematic history yet it feels as if no one remembers. Some of this blame arguably goes to Attenborough for taking an unorthodox approach to a biopic by focusing on Chaplin’s love affairs to progress the storyline, which led to slightly uneven pacing and treatment of his work as almost secondary. While this may have resulted in mixed critical response, there’s no denying that his life did indeed revolve around women, and that the longing for his first love led to multiple marriages to younger and younger women. Furthermore, there was at least 12 minutes cut from the director’s version and almost two hours left on the cutting floor altogether. Who knows how much better this would have made it, but even as it stands, it’s an incredibly enjoyable piece about a fascinating icon of culture and is worth viewing to get a glimpse into him and his works as well as the ridiculousness of the McCarthy era.