Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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CLOSE UP fall for. A Nordic beauty has been acclaimed and we all want to see her. I am grateful ( it was my privilege ) that I, for one, saw this grave, sweet creature before America claimed her. I saw her, as I see most of my pictures, more or less by accident. At least the divine Chance or classic Fortune that more or less guides all of us, led me one day to worship. I, like the Lump, am drawn by this slogan, "Beauty", though this particular enchantress was not particularh; head-lined on the provincial bill-boards. In fact, the whole cast was modestly set forth in small type along with the producer and I thought "well it looks harmless anyhow" and it was raining and so in Montreux, Switzerland, I happened (as it happened) to see my first real revelation of the real art of the cinema. I am led a little afield in trying to realize in retrospect the vast deflowering that took place in at least one rare artist. I dare say it is a common occurrance but in this particular case particularly devastating. I saw "Jo^dess Street" ("Die Freudlose Gasse") in Montreux, some two or three years ago when it was first "released" from Germany to take its tottering frail way Ptcross Europe towards Paris, where it was halfheartedly received, to London, where it was privately viewed by screen enthusiasts, only last winter, at one of those admirable Sunday afternoon performances of the London Film Society. In the meantime, I had seen Greta Garbo, deflowered, deracinated, devitalized, more than that, actively and acuteh^ distorted by an odd unbelievable parody of life, of beauty, we were efficient^ offered (was it at the Capitol about a year ago ?) "The Torrent". 26