Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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CLOSE UP A UFA FILM KOPF HOCH CHARLEY (Bigamie) Billed as the 1927-1928 Ufa super-production, this is on no account to be missed. Its integrity is a real achievement, and sincerest congratulations are to be tendered to its makers, and sincerest homage to be paid to Ellen Richter, its star. Here indeed is a film two thirds of which at least are flawless, and that is roughly two thirds better than any average possible production. The opening shows us the departure of a steamship from Cuxhaven for New York, and the farewell words of a wife whose husband is travelling to America to try and borrow money. One is instantly struck with the magnificent treatment of the crowds, the hot faces in quest of information, the shouldering, the sort of stricken, insectiverous running about of people sailing on a long voyage ; the half exalted, half stupified helplessness of the friends and relatives seeing them off. "Don't go", the wife implores. "Something tells me w^e will never meet again." . . . Rush and serry of crowds, sirens, lifting of gangways, waving. The wife's arm waves mechanically, her face taut and despairing among the waving and the faces. Crowds surge past her on both sides, she steps with them, but more slowly, and the camera with her. Presently she is alone. An official passes, she must leave the 65