Celluloid : the film to-day (1931)

Record Details:

Something wrong or inaccurate about this page? Let us Know!

Thanks for helping us continually improve the quality of the Lantern search engine for all of our users! We have millions of scanned pages, so user reports are incredibly helpful for us to identify places where we can improve and update the metadata.

Please describe the issue below, and click "Submit" to send your comments to our team! If you'd prefer, you can also send us an email to mhdl@commarts.wisc.edu with your comments.




We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.

Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.

ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT 125 reality of the scene and understand the terror in that boy's mind. In view of the farcical way in which similar scenes have been treated in other war films, Milestone deserves the highest praise for his restrained direction. The same may be said of the scene in the hospital when Kemmerich is dying, and the tactlessness of Muller as he tries to persuade the unhappy Kemmerich to give him his yellow leather boots. And later, when Paul realizes that Kemmerich is but one of thousands similarly hurt and that there is no reason why more care should be taken of him than of the others. Paul takes the famous boots and comes out into the sunshine,, the fresh open air, into a world full of marching troops and movement. He comes abruptly from death to life. He starts walking quickly and thinking strange things until he is running. Back in the dug-out he quietly gives the boots to Muller, who eagerly accepts them and puts them on. Paul can think only of Kemmerich. We dissolve rapidly through a series of shots showing the future happenings of the boots, changing from owner to owner as each in turn is shot. How useless is a good pair of boots when their proud possessor is lying with his mutilated face in the mud. This small commentary of the boots, lasting only a few seconds, is good; it emphasizes more than anything else in the whole film the minute-to-minute existence led by the men, the suddenness of death. Not all the picture, however, reaches this level. There are several scenes in which Milestone has failed to bring out the full content, chiefly, I think, because he has relied too much on the " acting " of his players