Censored : the private life of the movie (1930)

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PRIVATE LIFE OF THE MOVIE turns home, friendless, hungry, penniless. He believes his friend to be dead. He goes to the wife of his friend to explain this. She is almost penniless, is equally lonely. She feeds the man, lodges him. He explains her husband has been captured, probably killed, by the Russians. The two people are subsequently torn between a logical desire for each other and the memory of their mutual friend. After days of severe discipline they consummate their desire. The husband returns home, discovers the relationship, understands the circumstances, and when he sees the wife prefers his friend, leaves home and gives them his blessing. Yet it looked bad in Virginia ; the evil head of desire was crushed to a three-foot flash. For no reason that any sane man or woman could understand, the Virginia censors ordered "close-ups of bride in Pullman berth where she registers expectation" cut from "The Crowd." Now if the scene were as gross as the censor's explanation you might naturally presume that the heroine came leaping into the berth with her hair flying, a bottle of gin in one hand and a Margaret Sanger text-book in 20