
Besides the above reasons there is little worth remembering
about The Pilgrim and for me it is a
bit of a blot on an otherwise successful era for Chaplin. The Pilgrim begins slowly and never kicks into a high gear. There
is very little humour or comedy of any sort and the story, while occasionally attention-grabbing,
didn’t do anything for me. The ending was nice but The Pilgrim isn’t a film I’ll be returning to in a hurry. In a
typical case of mistaken identity an escaped convict (Charlie Chaplin) dresses
as a preacher and takes a train to Texas
where he is immediately taken for a small town’s new Church leader. His past
comes back to haunt him though as an old friend makes a surprise appearance.