Close Up (Jul-Dec 1928)

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CLOSE UP shall never have my consent to your marriage, he savs. His daughter returns his fierce stare. She and the smith go out. Wassily, unsure of himself before her sudden strength, watches them. At the door she says to her lover, If I come and live with you without marriage will you promise to honour me?" They go off together, leaving Wassily raging, but defeated. Their life is not so simple, however. Their door is constantly smeared with pitch by angry villagers. The young smith grows despondent, but Wassilissa, helping him at his work, laughs her defiance. Seeing the smeared door, she spits with angry contempt. At home Wassily has made many advances to the reluctant Anna, who succeeds in evading him. His wife and mistress watch with scandalised eyes, in a conspiracy of rage and avidity, and the atmosphere grows tense, and hostile. Their attitude is one almost of eagerness that the thing they have made up their minds is going to happen should do so, thus flooding them with triumph and a virtuous reason for venom. Madame Preobrashenskaja has certainly succeeded in this film in presenting unquestionably the finest studies in feminine psychology that have ever been made, from the sweet, simple Anna, and the strong, loyal Wassilissa to the carniverous, yet inevitable mistress who left to herself is a harmless great animal, yet whose tenacious brutality and cowardice are the great weapons of her virtue. Indeed, no more scathing, though quite impartial, indictment of socalled virtue has yet been made. Madame Preobrashenskaja's genius is in that her types are never exaggerated, and each has its inevitable raison d'etre. She does not hate people for 45