Close-Up (Jul-Dec 1928)

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CLOSE UP pendous it is, stupifying it is — so stupifying that it almost does stupify one into not seeing what an incorrigibly sentimental and softly romantic rendering it is. We are not given the superb sociological document we believe we are given. Judges are again gangsters. Joan is so lovely with her visions all departed from her that you are apt to forget that genius is never quite so at the mercy of mob. Sneering gangsters too would have been quickly placed in the mind of a veteran campaigner. This film ignores history-, except that it uses some of Joan's answers, and has her burnt. Stripped of its peculiarly potent trimmings and technique it is as base in conception as Seventh Heaven, with its whipped innocent, its blowsy drunkard sifter, its catering to the sheer squalid luxury of pity. Dreyer's film is great however because Dreyer does understand grief. He understands beauty and the awfulness of mercy, but he does not seem to understand that accusation is part of daily life, and that casual brutality is not the pantomimic hob-goblinish snarling of debased and elderly monsters. Joan was the victim of law and order, not of hooliganism. Pity at any price is a bad principle. To any who have an historical, political, sociological, or even logical flair, Joan will be a failure. We are tired of seeing the War anyhow, but how insufferable it would be if we saw it tricked out in a romanticism that made it just a sensation to wring our hearts. So with Joan. The attitude toward her feminine incorruptibibity is almost Dickensonian. And if you like such women you deserve to. 9