Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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CLOSE UP only the Soviet administration has clapped a dog-collar on its chances, and tagged it 'Slave to Soviet approval'. The point is HAS England a quality ? I am rather afraid the English thing is barren, mind and super-mind and the dimensions (the only things which make for greatness) being so taboo. Oh, it's a mess. And yet one so sincerely wishes them well, but there just doesn't seem anything to say. Making their films compulsory would be alright if they had something to show for them, but unless they scour and ransack and snap right up in every branch, it will mean only a needless loss for theatres that after all, are usually sufficently discerning to choose what they feel will bring in money. Anyhow, va bene. H« * * Laurels go to Germany. I like the German system quite frequently. I like the women it finds, usually to pass on to an inglorious fame at Hollywood, Greta Garbo, snow and ice and lovely clarity in Joyless Street, Camilla Horn, of Faust, white and terribly young, one felt in spite of everything, quite beyond the medaeval savagery piled with Germanic care of detail upon her, somehow by her loveliness, immune from it. Then Brigette Helm of Metropolis, again so slender and young, so DIFFERENT. And what a tour de force her ecstatic robot life ! And then back to Nju. The mothlike swiftness and slumberous slowness of Elisabeth Bergner. It is this, the finding out of new young people, someone different that gives freshness here. The anti-foreign movement in Hollywood