Close-Up (Jul-Dec 1928)

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CLOSE UP have been any outside sort of beatific screen craft of heavenly vision. I don't mean that. But Jeanne kicked aknost, so to speak, to death, still had her indomitabJe vision, I mean Jeanne d'Arc talked openly with angels and in this square on square of Danish protestant interior, this trial room, this torture room, this cell, there v/as no hint of angels. The angels were there all the time and if Jeanne had reached the spiritual developement that we must believe this chosen comrade of the warrior Michael must have reached, the half -hypnotized numb dreary physical state she was in, would have its inevitable psychic recompense. The Jeanne d'Arc of the incomparable Dreyer it seems to me, was kicked towards the angels. There were not there, nor anywhere, hint of the angelic wing tip, of the winged sandals and the two-edged sword of Michael or of the distillation of maternal pity of her "familiar" Margaret. Father, mother, the "be thou perfect" perfected in Jeanne d' Arc as in the boy of Nazareth, were in no way psychically manifest. Such psychic manifestation I need hard3y say, need be in no way indicated by any outside innovation of cross lights or of superimposed shadows. It is something in something, something behind something. It is something one feels, that you feel, that the baker's boy, that the tennis champion, that the army colonel, that the crocodile of English and Dutch and mixed German-Swiss (come here to learn French) feels. We are numb and beaten. We won't go a second time. The voice behind me that says wistfully, taken unawares, ^'I wish it was one of those good American light things" even has its place in critical consciousness. For all our prepara 22