Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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CLOSE UP bear in mind that after Joyless Street, Greta Garbo waited a year in vain for another European contract, and although she desired to stay no offers were forthcoming. My personal fear is that we shall next hear of Henning in HoUjwood. Most felicitous in her part is Edith Jehanne, who played in The Chess Player, Her greatest attribute is a deep sensitiveness, a living the part she plays. In The Chess Player she was blurred by maudlin and inapposite sentimentahty. The director spent his energy in getting her into touching situations, and drivelling over her generally. Here she goes through the film like an arrow, unblurred and definite and admirable. Her power is in her eyes which give the dual impression of defencelessness and courage. Pabst moves her through his film bringing out both these qualities until the power of it is almost stunning. There are moments of exquisite beauty. One of them is after the murder of her father as she and Uno Henning as the young Communist stand transfixed by one another and shattered in so many ways, but still without rehnquishing what has not yet been spoken. Another follows shortly as Jeanne leaves the Crimean tow^n for Paris. With a simple black oilskin, she leaves her house for the boat. Rain is falhng heavily, and the roads are deeply rutted and in large puddles from the traffic and guns which rattle past her. Groups of soldiers stand about, others hurry past through the rain. She swings through the bustle both conscious and unconscious of it. On the outskirts of the town, where the roads are ploughed out of recognition, with huge puddles splashing in the 22