Most critics come away admiring The Great Dictator, and the praise lands in the same places. Chaplin’s dual performance as the Jewish barber and the dictator Hynkel is singled out repeatedly, and so is the pantomime: the globe dance is named more often than anything else as the film’s high point, with the gibberish speech and the shaving scene close behind. Several reviews note that the satire has lost none of its point, and that the barber’s amnesia lets the audience watch fascism arrive by degrees.
The reservations cluster on the closing speech. Roger Ebert, Variety and The New Yorker each find the lurch from comedy to direct address a wrench that deflates what comes before, though Paste takes the opposite view and calls it the film’s most powerful passage. Otherwise the spread is narrow. The one negative notice, from Time Out, finds the Hitler impression broad vaudeville with none of the bite Groucho Marx brings to Duck Soup.
