Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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CLOSE UP A mild interest in what America would make of the war took one first to "The Big Parade." Subsequently I saw it five more times in London, once in a slightly different version, abroad. The first impression was of courage — hov/ had they dared put across in a picture meant for multitudes... so much scorn of war, so much stripping of what people in general like to regard as heroism... the reckless unthinking plunge into an army, the actual dirt and horror and tyranny behind all warfare. After seeing the picture seven times, the first impression rem.ains that the greatness of "The Big Parade" v/as in the early opening scenes, the sweeping of everyone into som.ething that thej/ did not clearly understand, the enlistment through sheer mass hypnotism, the unthinking but definite cruelty of many women seeing war as romance instead of reality — the best lesson to those with eyes to read of the necessity of real education of people, instead of a standard fitting of a few facts and no real thought to hundreds of schoolchildren. Beyond this there was the clear photography, the authentic feel of the film, the extraordinary impression of the rush of lorries, the queer terror of the woods. It was amazing how much fear could be suggested in the m_ere continuous pace of movement. I felt in the English version that the transition from the lorries rushing up the French cobbles to the plunge into the woods was almost too abrupt. In the French version the journey up was longer, and there was more of the fight in the 17