Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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CLOSE UP coup de musique et doit faire fort attention parce qu'il a les yeux faibles, a les sourcils un pen trop muscles pour ses roles. Jean Prevost. CONRAD VEIDT THE STUDENT OF PRAGUE. A small room, a stuffy atmosphere ; a provincial Swiss lakeside cinema ; the usual shuffle and shuffle and the unaccustomed (to the urbane senses) rattle of paper bags. Crumbs. "Mile, must not smoke here." Of course I might have known that, I never smoke in these places, what made me this time ? Something has been touched before I reahse it, some hidden spring ; there is something wrong with this film, with me, with the weather, with something. The music ought, it is evident, to be making my heart spring but I don't like student songs and these Heidelbergish melodies especially leave me frigid. There's something wrong and I have seen those horses making that idiotic turn on the short grass at least eight timics. What is it ? I won't stay any longer. The music ought to be all right — my slightly readjusted ears make that slight concession. I wish I had stayed at home, or why didn't I go in 34