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M
re Screen
Do Film Lovers Put Their Heart — Or Merely Their Art — Into Their Work?
By Helen Carlisle
From left to right: Richard Barthelmess and Doris Dawson ; Richard Dix and Jean Arthur; and Jack Mul hall and Dorothy Mackaill
THE handsome youth crossing the stage looked like Dick Barthelmess. In fact, he was Dick Barthelmess, so I made a flying leap toward him, as what right-minded woman under seventy would not ?
"Air. Barthelmess," I asked, "when you are enacting love scenes, before the camera, I mean, are they purely mechanical with you ? When you embrace a lovely leading woman, are you thinking only of lights, camera angles, whether you are getting the proper amount of footage, whether the lady may be trying to take the scene from you, and so on? Or does the human element enter into these passionate scenes ? Are you, for the time being, somewhat enamored of the lady herself ?
"In one sentence," I concluded — and it was about time — "is screen love-making just part of the day's job or is it a rather pleasant experience?"
Mr. Barthelmess regarded me sadly, which is not surprising. He always looks that way.
"Purely mechanical," he said briefly. "I never think of the girl in a personal sense."
"Well, that's a nice thing to say!" Dorothy Mackaill, on whose set we were standing, came up and slipped her arm through his. "I worked in two pictures with you, 'The Fighting Blade' and 'Shore Leave,' and I was madly in love with you all the time. Really I was. But you were married."
"And now you are," said Dick, which just shows how things go in this unsatisfactory world.
"I fall in love with my leading men," declared Dorothy.
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"I couldn't work satis^-"J factorily with one who
had no personal attraction for me. During love scenes I forget the camera, the director, everybody but the man who is playing the scene with me. I'm in love with him, at the time, anyway."
Oddly enough, most of the men players to whom I put my very personal questions agreed with Dorothy — the women with Dick. Perhaps this is because Dorothy has a man's frankness, while Barthelmess is cautious.
"God bless us, yes !" exclaimed Jack Mulhall, the irresistible Irishman. "I adore attractive girls. Always have, always will. When I am playing a love scene with some pretty girl, she is the embodiment of all feminine charms to me, and of all the lovely girls I've ever known or hope to know in future.
"Let it never be said of me that I make love in a mechanical manner. I'm no Robot, I hope. It is generally agreed that girls throughout the country place themselves in the movie heroine's place. I'm glad if that is true. For when I make love to the girl on the screen, I'm making love to them all."