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The Filming of Exodus Si
Edwin Schallert
Photos by Donald Biddle Keyes
De Mille's forthcoming picture based on the Ten Commandments promises to be one of the most impressive spectacles of the coming season.
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fierce biting breath from an angry sea. ... A blood-red pyramidal gateway reared against the menacing sky. . . . Cries of men and calls of frightened beasts. . . . A swaying, delirious mob. . . . Vividly, picturesquely clad people, and oxen, goats and sheep, huddled one against the other, with their eyes shot through with fear. . . .
It was the beginning of the Exodus for Cecil B. De Mille's production of "The Ten Commandments." We were on a location far from the usual haunts of the films on a once ancient floor of the ocean, on the edge of verdant fields.
At the head of a frantic, fevered throng stood a white-bearded patriarch on whose features were written the right to lead — Theodore Roberts in the role of lawgiver of the Children of Israel.* In his hand the tall staff of authority, on his shoulders the russet robes of peace.
He made a sweeping gesture symbolic of determined, though dignified command, and a tremor pulsed through the mighty crowd. With one accord they had responded to his sign. Slowly, steadily, sobbingly they moved forward down a long avenue of sphinxes and out into the wind-swept, fog-drenched sands.
Old songs and lamentations from the world's beginning's rose to their lips. Hymns out of "the modern doxology hovered on their tongues. "Rock of Ages," "Lead, Kindly Light." "Eli, Eli, lamina sabacthani;" "Praise God from Whom All Blessings Flow."
On and on they stretched, the line forever lengthening, those in front going exultantly; others drooping wearily behind. The colors of their garb merged gradually with the landscape of gray and white. By degrees they became as indistinct shadows against the far-off horizon.
*Picturesof Mr. Roberts in this role will be found on pace 78.