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Funny, warm, and sad, like a Chaplin movie. One of the great humanists of all time. The great irony is that while he was being criticised for being behind the times for continuing to make silent films after everyone else had converted to sound, his anti-Nazi socialist views were simply too ahead of his time for America, the country that accused him of being a communist and eventually kicked him out after he had given them so much. The only minor criticisms of his autobiography are that he writes comparatively little about the making of some of his greatest films, and many of his cinematic contemporaries are only mentioned in passing, but then Chaplin himself says in the book that aside from Douglas Fairbanks he did not greatly socialise in actors circles, and this is after all the story of his life, not early Hollywood. Major plus points would be the great detail with which he describes his working class South London upbringing, a fascinating look at the evolution of narrative film, and an eye-opening first-person account of the birth of super-stardom. A fantastic rags to riches story.