Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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CLOSE UP tice ? Well, it is quite beyond argument, you can see how unspeakable, incredible and fantastic such procedure would be. You might even call me mad for suggesting it. What an outcry when anything is remotely attempted in this way, what societies for protection of rights exist, how safe you are if you write or paint, compose or carve. Yet (yes, I am sure you are there before me) men who make filmis are expected (but not asked) to suffer the bitterest insults and undergo the deepest humiliation in respect of their creative work. Any cheap nonentit}/ in official status can at wdll work desperate havoc with beautiful work, snipping wildly in every direction. Any illiterate judgment backed by official scissors is openly and acknowledgedly permitted to hack its stifling prejudices across the work of genius ; genius that has spent long hours in the cutting room, perfecting, adding final touches, (as Epstein might polish lovingly or Piccasso add minute last flicks of the brush) is subjected to indignities beyond any justification. Somebody hacks a thousand feet from the middle of his film, destroying balance, destroying everything, then announces calmly "That is better". Adds perhaps a dozen filthy sub-titles to make up for and clumsily explain the mutilated continuity. Translate such procedure into terms of any of the other arts and its monstrosity hits you between the eyes. For nobody can go on any longer pretending that the film is in its new aspects on a par with the old seaside "Fun Halls" with the automatic peep shows. It was, but that is over. That attitude to the cinema should have passed with the general passing of the lath and plaster, pseudo 6