Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1928-Jan 1929)

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OO Nice ove Florence Vidor Lives in a Manless World and Says She Likes It By Gladys Hall the ence ! His vicarious DURING the making of "The Patriot great German actor used daily to rap on Florence Vidor's dressing-room door and hail her forth with "My good Florintoned as only Tannings could intone it. good Florence would emerge and they would stroll on to the set, arm in arm, delighted with one another's company. When, in two or three of the sequences, Tannings was required to make crude love to Florence Vidor, he felt constrained about it. He needn't have. He inferred that with some other woman he wouldn't mind. But with his good Florence ! His sensitiveness rebelled at the insult. It took the combined forces jd Florence herself to break down his nice inhibition. Also, for the love scenes he wanted to "dress up." Playing the part of a slobbering Czar, unkempt and uncouth, he shied away from handling his good Florence in so repugnant an attire. He did "dress up." They shot some scenes that way. The rushes were shown and Lubitsch foamed at the mouth, technically speaking. He said to Tannings, "You are no longer the Czar ! You are out of character. We must re-take." Jannings sorrowfully doffed his fastidious attire and slumped into dishabille. He had been wrong, and he admitted that he had been wrong. He went about saying of Lubitsch, "He iss right ! He iss right !" And he was consoled when his good Florence assured him that she only saw his soul and not the habiliments of the Rabelaisian Czar. His good Florence has "a terrible crush" on him, by her own admission. He is, she says, the supremely great artist of the screen. And making this picture with him has been the supremely great epoch of her own career. • Jannings is a mighty channel, kept clear, through which the mighty currents of his art course to perfection. He is a child. He is a Gargantuan worker. When he has done a scene, he shakes with exhaustion, not simulated. There is a force in him akin to the force that ran through the men of whom they say "There were giants in those days !" These are a few of the things his good Florence thinks of Jannings. imam Jfowell is just what experiertr^-has " C"" ~~ Hom,. She says that her work in "The Patriot" has changed her. Probably it has. Every authentic experience re-molds every sensitized individual. But more than "The Patriot" and the co-working with Jannings has changed Florence Vidor. Life has had a hand. . . . When They Were Very Young Come years ago two youngsters, Florence and King Vidor, newly wed, rattled into Hollywood in a tinpan car. They had "come West" from Texas to make their everlasting fortunes. They were young, courageous and in love. They worked hand in hand and their hearthstone was considered unassailable. They progressed, Florence a bit the faster of the two. Then the small Suzanne was born. Florence Vidor says, today, that she was happier at that time than she has ever been before or since. She was fulfilling her destiny as a woman. And that is the basic commentary on Florence Vidor. Before she is anything else she is a woman, feminine species. The eager girl from small-town Texas, overlaid now with the light hand of sophistication and the heavier hand of experience, still reverts in her heart to an ideal of life wrenched from the flesh of the earth and the flesh of humanity. Other things — yes, there are other things. Important other things. Thrilling other things. But — they are substitutes. After Suzanne was born, Florence Vidor "retired" from (Continued on page 84) 59