Close Up (Jul-Dec 1928)

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CLOSE UP It is, then, to the achievement of such effects as this, that the intensive study of film cutting is devoted ; not to produce something brilliant and impressionistic, rather to give realism and the reaction of an actual participant. One often reads of the camera being used as an eye. The Russian method uses it not as an eye, but as a brain. It darts surely and exactly from one vital thing to another vital thing. Its penetration is acute and deep, and very rarely (in its best films never) led astray by side-issues or sentimentality. It is only right to say again that not all, indeed very many of their films do not touch this level. I have, for instance, never seen a more dreadful film that Tzar and Poet, dealing with the life of Pouschkin. Their method, to begin with, is for now and the future, and does not lend itself to bygone periods. The cinema obviously belong to to-day. But, this aside, Tsar and Poet remains in my mind as one of the really boring hours I have spent in a projection room. But when it comes to Ten Days (October), The End of St. Petersburg, Two Days, The Peasant Women of Riazanj, etc., there are no words to express their value not only as films, but as contribution to the progressive thought of the world. And to have made one such film would entitle them to the respect of the world. As it is, there are many, and so we are able to safely feel that the future of pure cinema is safe in their hands, and that the excrescent and reactionary strivings of talking films, and talking-colour films need not unduly disturb us. KENNETH MACPHERSON. 13