A plot so simple, we don’t need title cards: that’s a wonderful recipe for silent comedy. Doubly so with Charlie Chaplin in the spotlight. In _A Night Out_, Chaplin gets plastered with a buddy and blearily discovers trouble around every corner. That’s it, that’s the big idea: two shameless drunks causing problems while struggling to remain upright in the city. They tangle with a posh uppity sort, ruining his night while maintaining an air of plausible deniability. They trade offenses with a mean, burly sort and somehow, impossibly, land in compromising positions with his woman. And they squabble amongst themselves, proving that booze is blind and not even a cherished drinking companion will remain friendly forever. Certainly not when he’s the only target left in the room. It’s interesting to see Chaplin operating in a partnership like this, especially with an act so similar to his own. _A Night Out_ is basically the story of two Little Tramps, with Ben Turpin reprising and expanding upon a bit role from _His New Job_ a month prior. Charlie’s certainly the boss here, doling out a majority of the punishment (and soaking it up in turn), but evidently he had no qualms about sharing the stage. Turpin blossoms in the light; he’s no match for the ascending headline superstar, but he makes for a highly amusing and enjoyable facsimile. And it adds a new wrinkle to see The Tramp perplexed by his own tricks and games. Highly entertaining physical comedy that’s perfect for the two-reel format. These guys went _hard_.