Roger Lewis

Charlie Chaplin, monster

A review of Peter Ackroyd’s Charlie Chaplin. His films may have been all sweetness and light – but Chaplin's ego had few limits

‘Less political satire than back-handed homage:Charlie Chaplin in a scene from The Great Dictator [Getty Images/Shutterstock/iStock/Alamy]

  • Charlie Chaplin

    Peter Ackroyd

    Chatto, pp. 262

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