The Cine Technician (1943 - 1945)

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88 THE CINE-TECHNICIAN July— August, 1948 STRAWS IN THE HAIR by SCREENCOMBER of the " Kincmatograph Weekly Illustrated by Land. The idea has got around that we write this column purely for the love of our art. The truth is, if we did not need the money we would have told the Editor to go and hang himself — or something worse — long ago. Life is full of troubles and there is nothing we can do to get them rectified. If we don't send in our copy, our name is immediately erased from the free list, and when we do, away ahead of even that inveterate early copy sender-in, Ken Gordon, our name is left off the front page credit titles. (See the May issue). Perhaps, had we written on " The Metaphysical Aspect of Cinematic Psychotherapeutics in Relation to Pteridology," we might have been splashed all over the front page. Our omission can hardly be excused on the grounds of the celluloid shortage but it can be accused on the score of sharp practice. Take just one case. The touts are going around the studio bludgeoning j'ou into buying a copy, holding up production, spoiling takes and taking their spoils. You glance hastily down the fronl cover and think, "Good, no Screencomber, now 1 can take a copy home to the wife and kids." All innocently, you hand it in at the nursery and when the wife looks in she sees the little ones smirking at each other meaningly and giggling suggestively over the latest issue. Hoping they had been improving their minds with " Psychoanalytic Notes on the Screen as a Medium " she looks aghasl on finding that it is that crude ' Screencomber " that has brought this distorting leer to their innocent little baby faces. The paper goes in the fire and you go in the dog house, and if you think for one moment that an unscrupulous, money-grabbing Editor is likely to return you your sixpence, ask the Producers' Association and they'll die of laughing. The Outcast Who is that furtive, shrinking figure, hiding i the shadows or averting his head to escape the cold, accusing looks of his fellow documentarians? Can it be ... is it .. . that millionaire play-boy. man about town, bon viveur and stout fella— Donald Taylor:' It can and is! But Don. the barber's friend? . . . Damme, sir, if you're doubting my word it'll he pistols for two and coffee's on you . . . Then what has brought him to this sorry plight-arson, robbery or murder'.' . . . He. once the toast of the town, the cynosure of all eyes, scorned, repulsed, avoided? It's a sad story, sir, a sad story. Another ease of a weak lad selling his birthright for a mess of montage. He broke the first code of the documentaries, sir. They say he has taken to making his pictures from a script. He is no longer one of them— an out and. by gad sir, lucky not to be horsewhipped! So Y'Won't Talk? Have you noticed the production head Although quite often quite well read When you touch on the subject of dough His vocabulary sinks to " No."