Close Up (Jul-Dec 1928)

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CLOSE UP and is invited to stay to tea. The villain offers her further hospitality. He entices her into a Chinese cubicle, dopes her, and threatens to seduce her. Yes, there are shots of dancing feet, and hearts ache while feet dance I There is an out and out villain ; Alfred Abel, the devil I You must make no mistake, a man who sells drugs is very, very wicked ; therefore Mr. Abel wears his hair in two mephistophelean horns. Do such wicked men exist ? Really and truly ? The audience goes home feeling very virtuous, or else it laughs and laughs, and laughs. It is a pity that Abel overacts, it is a pity that the scenario is black and white (good and evil, no people), it is a pity that the direction of Meinert is ordinary ; for there are many lovely moments in the picture. Asta Nielsen is so beautiful. She looks into a mirror. She cannot go on with life. The corners of her mouth fall, and you know at once that she must go on doping and doping. Drugs, the craving for them, force her to live — their life. There is no hope, no wa}' out. She falls in a heap on the floor. The Chinese servant glides in. Expressionless face. Just another of Madame Thamara's attacks. She picks up the lifeless body on the floor without love, pity or hatred, and lays it on a couch. The camera shoots along the plane of her face. Her nostrils are distorted by the angle. So ugly, so lost, so beautiful. Or she takes cocaine. Her shiny black hair, cut uncompromisinglv, is brushed into order. She laughs, she smiles. How deeply she has entered into the part. We feel how wonderful it is for her to put life back in those dead features, the death of vears ; not how clever it is of her to simulate an 39