Close Up (Jul-Dec 1928)

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CLOSE LP The great horses rush forward. The crowds break before them. Mother " who has innocently given information concerning her own son (in this the unsuccessful pre-war abortive revolution) is left standing alone, clasping the discarded banner of her people . . . well that is all. The horses rush on across the iron bridge, and mother is left lying in the mud, clasping her riddled banner. Is this a red flag in the sense of murder and outrage and insane threats of an illiterate gutter mob? That is W'hat red " stands for to so many, many intelligent and educated people. The red flag of mother " as she lies, a peasant woman, trampled to unsightly death at the frigid command of an aristocratic cavalry officer, is as red as any Flander's poppy. It is only one of the most crass illiteracy who could face the beauty of mother " and remain untouched and unredeemed. So with Ten Days, so again with The End of Saint Petersburg, The teaching is a teaching of brotherhood, of equality in its most sane and stable form. We are hungry. You are not hungry. We are starving, and the baby in my arms is not yet quite dead. Well . . . w^e know all that. But do we know all that ? Do w^e really know until we have seen the Russian film as presented by the great Moscow art people, not the insane outpourings of an insane group-mind, nor the saccherine washed-out and sugared over productions of a commercially proficient colony, I do not mean, by that last diatribe, altogether against Hollyw^ood. I mean yes and yes and yes, and no and no and no. Hollywood with reservations is all right (up to a point) for America, for up to a point it is America, slick, quick, superficial and stylish, and oh, so, so amusing. Yes, I love Laura la Plante with her 26