Close Up (Jul-Dec 1929)

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CLOSE UP Banlield's next epic, " Lewd must be kept in quarantine until a Russian film staggers the Film Society, " Revolutionary " must be banished until Pudovkin revisits the British Isles. Yes, our critics have had a poor time lately. Their superlatives are in dry dock, awaiting the next batch of Elstree trade shows, the pretty little phrases with which they dismiss Messrs. Cavalcanti and Company must lie dormant until next season. With one or tw^o exceptions, we have not had manv British trade shows lately. The home product is feeling unwell. Rumour has it that it is busy finding its voice. One can but hope that it will die dumb. I sometimes wonder what the critics do when they have no British films to praise. Probably they begin making puns about Clara Bow. It's a life. As a warning to those of Close Up's readers who are sufficiently lucky never to have seen any British efforts, I have taken seven monumental examples of our screen art and intend to review their salient features. Chosen as fairly as possible, I really think they represent the various currents in the British School, if any or thereabouts. The discerning reader will then be able to judge that w^hile we may be excellent fellows when it comes to growing broccoli and exporting it to France, as film makers we are scarcely as distinguished. On the other hand, one would be a fool to condemn British production out of hand. Our stuff is getting better. There is no doubt about that. It may still be imitation American, but it is better imitation than it once was. And in the case 42