Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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CLOSE UP just cannot go on much longer saying "ah Spring 1" and ''ah Nightingales ! " or literature will lose its meaning. The startled author of todaj^ writes poems to squeaking shoes and jampots, and that is getting beauty upside down. And meanwhile the procession, the mass, is being kept waiting, rather between two stools ; neither content with roses and Spring, nor mechanised. And indeed, this is the time for films to begin to mean somiething. Titles like Hearts IN BONDAGE, SAINTS AND SABLES, LYING WIVES are beginning to have the same effect on the procession, the miass, as its nightingales and roses. It is not the least good pretending am/ longer that the film is a thing one does not go to. That it has been and is a place for young people to suck sweets and hold hands in is distinctly to its credit. A cinema audience has a kind of obliteration of individuality, a kind of freedom that you never find in the theatre. And it is far more commendable to be negligent or amorous in front of a bad film than prinked and starched in front of a bad play. As a matter of fact the very people who say "Cinemas ?. . . Oh, how Could you !" one has seen in shoals guffawing and gurgling over plays that any movie audience would feel insulted to have to look at. And if it's Billingsgate bed-rock argument, there is at least something straight about the droop of heads on shoulders you find in cinemas that puts to shame the carniverous expression of a thea.tre audience out for "smut". And the worst movie is seldom as indecent as a play, except Xell Gwynn and one or two others whose names we will reserve for future use. 9