Censored : the private life of the movie (1930)

Record Details:

Title:
Censored : the private life of the movie
Date:
1930
Publisher:
New York : Jonathan Cape and Harrison Smith, Incorporated
Volume:
Censored : the private life of the movie
Leaf #:
000182
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Niles Essanay Silent Film Museum
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 21, 2024
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PRIVATE LIFE OF THE MOVIE it has good tobacco but because it will keep you slim, pure and exotic. Hays is the biggest priest of them all. He not only has a huge corporate body to sell to the public, but he has a product that at any time may blow up, kick back, and hurt the owners. He has to be careful and virtuous. And he does a good job. All movie producers are not fools. They underestimate the assimilating power of the American middle-class, but they have no illusions as to why Hays is worth $150,000 and more a year. The old attitude that a movie executive was not far from the moral standards of a white slave operator still lurks in the minds of the press-agent believing public, the public of 1917. And Hays has taken the Club Woman, the church and the censor and humoured them enough to get their support. If his clients were not competitors, and if all the good directors would die or stop work from sheer nausea, he would be able to make the movies as clean as the editorials in the Sunday Times. As it is, they are pretty well under control. Hays, the actual man, is not hard to locate. 132