Close Up (Jul-Dec 1928)

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CLOSE UP Motion is not enough. A man walking across the screen is only a man walking ; a photograph of his feet moving is no more than that. But catch his footfalls with the proper shade of emphasis, and the screen reproduces the sound and sends it winging out to the mental ears of the audience. These same footfalls can be muted, too. A dog barks silently until you level the camera at him from his own height, and catch the sound at an angle — a different angle for each tone, low for a bark, high for a howl, straight in the dog's face for a snarl. You will remember — how could anyone forget ? — the howling of the sledge dogs at the end of Nanook of the North. Flaherty sent chills down my spine with that; and I have watched many dogs, and even wolves, howl upon the screen and have remained indifferent. So with the human voice. Two actors bellowing at each other produce only a jarring noise, or what is worse, a rapid movement of lips without sound; but when their words are photographed with delicate shades of emphasis, the spectator hears every word, because he feels it all. In What Price Glory, Raoul Walsh achieved this effect sensationally, transferring stage dialogue to the screen with splendid skill. . . Probably the wailing movies are necessary for the unimaginative. Still, even clods must tire, eventually, of this new toy ; and what a gorgeous financial crash it is going to be for producers and exhibitors, with their costly investment in reproductive and broadcasting devices ! The very men who would not risk a few thousands to experiment with new ideas in pictures have cast millions into the maw of this mechanical apparatus, with a future perilously doubtful. 31