Close-Up (Jul-Dec 1928)

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CLOSE UP mean nothing. They are properties. But with Bataleff it is not just a matter of chase and escape. He IS being chased and he DOES escape, but he THINKS of the river, and the fact that it is spring, because there are things he knows, the world within serves the world without as it presses on him. And we get both. So all this imagery has not been just decoration, so many epithets. It has been a theme, a decorative theme, dehberately blended to serve its use. That is where its beauty comes in. Ice and trees and pretty scenes, so boring when flung into a lilm as in Love's Crucifixion^ have use, are beautiful. We are not cheated, and asked to admire something static. And, incidentally, in passing, to air a bee of my own, anything static, persistently so, as a string of decoration must be, is not film. Film is not garlands, however well made, but branches, buds growing to leaf, blossom, fruit. Going on, not swinging lifelessly in externally applied winds. This kind of imagery abounds in Russian films. It makes them up. Each is linked to something, not taken out, uprooted and held for exhibition. There is a puppy in Two Days, there are the riverwreaths in Dorf der SUnde, Kerenskv mounting the stairs in Ten Days. Potemkin, that film that ahvays seems to have been talked to death until one sees it again, opens with some shots of the sea that have the same relation to the film as the landscape ones in Mother, but such imagery is more native to Pudowkin than to Eisenstein, of whom, as I hope to write on him later, I will only say now that he works on the epic, not the lyric, scale, and the other scenes that are symbolical in Potemkin — the flapping of the tent, the twirling of the parasols, the gathering crowds, the putting out of the sailing 35