Alex Lovendahl’s review published on Letterboxd:
Scenes of sweetness pervade The Kid, and so its historical importance is clear, but I just don't like Chaplin much as a dramatist. He occasionally reaches sentiment so sublime as to force recognition of the iconic (the ending to City Lights seems an obvious point worth mentioning) but it's not enough to hold together this film.
A couple of great scenes make it impossible to pass entirely; the scene where they take the child features great acting on the behalf of the child. And the dream sequence toward the end of the film is exuberant enough to make the flick worth taking in for those already inclined.