The New Movie Magazine (Jan-Sep 1935)

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New Movie proudly heralds an event in screen history GRAND OPERA With all the glorious voices of the stage and all the glamour of youthful picture players Two dramatic scenes from the experimental reel, with Henry Hull as the clown. It is yours. It is on its way to you. This story of how it comes to you is written by the man who has made it possible By WILLIAM DeMILLE Wnic World Mr. and Mrs. DeMille, with their daughter Lynn, photographed at a recent premiere. CLARA and I were at the opera. Clara, be it known, is not only my wife, "Miss Beranger," but my most trusted scenario writer. "Pagliacci" was drawing to its dramatic end and we were thrilling to its powerful closing measures when we had the misfortune to open our eyes. The illusion vanished. The stage was peopled with aged folk of waistlines not only generous but positively philanthropic, accompanied by a few of their grandchildren. In the center lay the recumbent body of the slain Nedda, suggesting not so much the mountains of Nevada as those of Colorado. "Too bad," said Clara. "What is?" "That everything which goes into the ear is so lovely, while everything which goes into the eye is so — " "You promised to give up that word," I interrupted. "There are occasions, my dear," she rejoined sweetly, "when no other word seems to satisfy the soul." "It may be," I suggested, "that we who are used to the pictorial beauty of the screen, the intimacy of its emotion, the realism of its detail, find it hard to get dramatic value from the crude, exaggerated method of operatic acting." "Wouldn't it be great, though," she said, "if we could combine what grand opera has to give the ear with what the screen gives the eye?" "You mean put grand opera on the screen?" "Absolutely." "It has been tried, my poor child," I said, "and has demonstrated that what is merely a misfortune in the opera-house becomes a catastrophe in a close-up." We were walking home by now. "But why hasn't anyone found a way to do it?" she inquired. (Please turn to page 68) The Neiv Movie Magazine, January, 1935 33