Close-Up (Jul-Dec 1928)

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CLOSE UP producer and employed myself as director and leading actor without pay. Our first production was Crossing the Great Sagrada, a burlesque travel film. It cost eighty pounds, and w^as 900 feet long, one-third being titles, one-third cut-outs from old travel pictures and one-third pictures of myself attitudinising in various Clarksonian disguises. Sagrada — excuse the loving abbreviation — had a prerelease showing at the London Tivoli and was run at hundreds of theatres throughout the United Kingdom (none of my burlesques have been shown abroad). Yes — and the Kinemato graph Weekly hailed me as The Leacock of the Screen Also, one of the biggest American firms sent for me with a view to work in Hollywood. wSo you see what might happen to anyone with a cine-camera and a roving commission. Encouraged, but as yet unpaid by my renters, I plunged further into the Masurian swamp of production finance. Bitten by the cry for bigger and better pictures, I launched on a ninety-pound production, which I called The Pathetic Gazette, I attitudinised more in my early Clarksons, sometimes in bathing costume (no Narcissism this — just the purest economy), and induced my cameraman, Henry Harris, to do the same while I took charge of the camera. The same glittering result — Tivoli, Leacock, bookings and What about it ? from Hollywood. And no money from the renters. In fact, they went broke and I met my Tannenburg. Again I retired from production until Michael Balcon, the Lasky of British Films, introduced me to C. M. Woolf and for them I embarked on five more burlesques — Battling 44