Close Up (Jan-Jun 1928)

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CLOSE UP swinging too, roundabouts from below. Clever angles — the audience say'4 as good as Vauedville" That is what he wanted. But why "as good" ? Why not, please, different ? Never mind. We don't want originality for its own sake. Next comes a boxing booth. How popular boxing is. Knock-out Reilly, Battling Butler, The Patent Leather Kid, Rough House Rosie. These things go in cycles. We don't want originality (for its own sake) — and we don't get it, even for art's. Art, old boy is long, and films are business, and must be quick. What else has Mr. Hitchcock done ? He has chosen for his evenly matched boxers one expert and one novice. This whim (was it really necessity ?) resulted in dainty paragraphs extolling his cleverness ; for the novice fought, under guidance, in slow motion, which was then speeded up. Who'd have thought it ? Who'd have thought the camera could alter his footwork or make his body look anything but flabby and untrained, so that we never felt he was a match for Carl Brisson ? We are a sporting race and this is how we stage a big fight. It is not good enough. The cinema is cutting its own throat if it first accustoms us to Tunney-Dempsey fights and then gives us bad fakes. The old device, so popular in bullfights, was better, — doubles in the distance, with occasional separate close-ups. Yet, why not drop mock representation and, greatly daring, try expressionism ? That's what you did with the early fair-scenes, though I don't believe you knew it. Then, for the girl, the director had Lilian Hall Davis, an 34