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Close Up and suggested sensibly that I look at a few pictures and relieve my feelings by telling Close Up what I thought. I passed through the emotions of horror, fear lest the grandeur that was Greece might be H. D. no more, and personal shyness. Escaping from the small town to Washington a little later, I dutifully saw a fair sample of what Washington saw on the screen this autumn, and then settled down into the uncomfortable state of mind of one who has been asked to do something disagreeable and is putting it off as long as possible. This is it.
I saw somebody or other in Max Power (i). Not being a movie fan, I have not memorized the names of stars. I rejoiced that the picture began with railroad trains and automobiles out of doors, continued in a manufactury of tractors largely out of doors, and ended in a progress of a tractor train through storm on such a road as I have not seen since the armistice to a cracking dam and threatened flood. I was not much moved by the great big beautiful strong young man extank-corps wrho perfected her father's tractor and won the heautiful daughter of the usual baroque rich man's house. Incidentally I observed that the explosion of the tractor in the main street was delicious farce material that distinctly did not belong in a drama the subject of which was the terrible power in man and machine fighting the terrible power in wrater. But the setting was right for the cinematograph, and that is rare, damnably, pitifully rare.
(i) Richard Dix, Ed.
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