Close Up (Jan-Jun 1928)

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CLOSE UP falseness is the essential verity and charm of farce, melodrama, and sentimentalism, is not broken as it so easily might be by any intrusion of morals. The sensuality is a little timid, but so is the audience at a burlesque show. With less timidity there might have been the impertinence of real truth and beauty. Besides, the censor has to be placated. On its level, I know of no better made picture than Hula. One other curious point. The note of cruelty attains the greatest success in the movies. I think that there is something in the lives men live that craves cruelty. The late war either gave us all a taste for it, as Lawrence persuades me shatteringly in the mob scene of Kang aroo, or the war did not give enough scope for our natural cruelty, or modern humanitarian civilization does not, or it is a necessary concomitent of our Roman luxury, or it is creeping out with the release of pent up lust unlocked by the breaking of Victorian restraints and the preaching of Freudian philosophy, the return to the healthy beast. Whatever the cause, cruelty along with the other lusts of the flesh has broken the bonds of shame and colors our passionate material progress. I like the beauty that is born of art, the artificiality that is born of intellect, the accomplishment that is under control, the truth that is not distorted by desire. The people want cruelty, Hollywood knows it, the screen is giving it. Look at Lon Chaney, John Barrymore, and Sabbatini. There are lots of other places to find it, but it is an insistent note on the screen. As presented, it is destructive of the beauty of artificiality and the truth of realism so long as our imaginations 31