Close Up (Jul-Dec 1928)

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CLOSE LP The caravan is captured, but the officer is onlv wounded. They question him. Has he got papers? He smiles sardonically. They search him, and find an official document. None of the men can read the language, so their leader decrees that the officer must be taken to headquarters. There is a hint that information can be extracted from the unwilling at " headquarters ". Xow the procession winds off on camels, grateful for their good luck. The curves of the camels against the background of sand, which is no background, create absolute patterns. A sand storm. In the confusion the water bottles are broken. Discouraged, they rest; but good luck has deserted them. While the sentr\ sleeps some roving brigands steal the camels. The little band awakens to fmd no water and no camels. Thev do not kill the man who has betraved them, vet their privations are terrible. Men fall in the sand on the march and are left. These scenes have the peculiar poignancy of the later Russian pictures like The Peasant Women of Riazanj, It seems so heartrending to see the men fall by the wayside; types, and therefore more pathetic than individuals, who at least have their own destinies; just as the Peasant Women are types ; all suffering that comes to them is cruel and wasted. At night the man who has brought so much disaster on his comrades sits alone. The officer is chewing meat, the other has no meat, he has been miissed out in the rations. Food. He stretches out his hand with an involuntary gesture to the officer. A smile, the meat is tossed over. The other eats. Pauses. This is a hated officer, a prisoner. He throws back the meat in the officer's fare. 43