The film finds its tongue (1929)

Record Details:

Title:
The film finds its tongue
Date:
1929
Publisher:
New York : G. P. Putnam’s Sons
Volume:
The film finds its tongue
Leaf #:
00028
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion Picture Technology
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Niles Essanay Silent Film Museum
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 21, 2024
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12 THE FILM FINDS ITS TONGUE machinery would break down. In the first trials of every machine there is a good chance that it will break. One lacks confidence in it. The phenomenon was like watching a man flying without wings. It was uncanny. The shadow of Will H. Hays was true to life. His lips moved and sound came forth. His was a short speech; when it was done and he stood there, people found themselves clapping, unconsciously. As if he heard them, he bowed. He seemed to be present, and yet he did not seem to be present. No wonder a scientist next day called it: "The nearest thing to a resurrection!" As the picture disappeared a buzz of talk ran through the theatre. Then silence again as the second number appeared: the Philharmonic Orchestra playing the "Tannhauser" overture. Sweet music reached out from the huge invisible horn behind the screen and wrought its spell upon the listeners. It was familiar music, marvellously played. It swept on through the cadences of the overture; the quiet, half -religious opening, the seductive melody of the Venusberg, the crashing finale . . . and during it the photographs, leaping from one section of the orchestra to another,