Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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CLOSE UP what is about to happen. He lures her to a mirror. It is not he but his missing shadow that has done this. She stares straight into nothingness. There is the dramatic pause, the ten seconds that might be ten minutes, the ten minutes that might be ten years and the lady is tying like some dramatic beautiful Niobe (fainting ? dead ?) marble, sculptured on the floor. The beauty of that scene is one that must always remain, that must always come back, it seems now, with wind and wind-swept branches. The screen has purified and ideaUzed, is a medium for purity and idealization. No one could remain unmoved before the sheer technical beauty of that interior. There are volumes of de Regnieresque subtleties in it. This on the screen. There is the intolerable beauty of the Erlkonig come (for all its apparent unrelation) true. There are the things we can't say or paint at the sight of windows half-opened at dawn, of windows half-closed in moonlight. There is the spirit of the garden, the spirit of the water, the lake, the sea, the wind, the ghost itself of all our lives come visually before us. (Du meine Herzen, du mein Riike sings the violin now and we can't for the life of us notice that it is out of key with the piano.) There is beauty and unfulfillment and the struggle of the spirit and the body and the spirit become body and the body become spirit and the constant strife between Lucifer and the angel Michael. Michael stands before us and Lucifer. This time there is no mistaking. The spectre is an evil thing now, wishing to snatch, we see it, the living spark of divinity from the man become shadow. Baldwin has flung himself and his secret 42