ZakkirGanesh’s review published on Letterboxd:
Not a fan of movies whose drama entirely unfolds from coincidence and misunderstanding, especially when the final stretch is supposed to present some big dilemma between old love and new wealth without actually setting up any precedent for the lead character to be pulled towards wealth. Though I’m iffy on Chaplin’s comedic work and sometimes find them a bit tedious, there’s a greater dramatic and thematic clarity in terms of what his Tramp character reveals about the world around him. A Woman of Paris just feels like an early instance of that particular phenomenon of popular comedians suddenly doing really conventionally “serious” work to prove that they weren’t just “lowly entertainers”.
