Close Up (Jul-Dec 1929)

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CLOSE Ul' the pettiness of the whole tragedy against the background of war, then darting into it again to show how a demented sergeant will die, starved, parched and maddened, after cleaning his buttons as though awaiting a battalion parade. The men are shown first in private life, then drawn together, and flung into the war drama, sent, gradually dwindling, to the oasis where the climax is reached. Through it all we see the civilians lurking beneath the tunics of the B.E.F. soldier. The jam of futility has been smeared liberally over the w^hole picture. Technically, it is not so good. The flashbacks take up too much footage ; the half reel devoted to amorous adventures in Venice took our minds off the real drama. Another flashback, showing the events which led up to one of the unit enlisting, was as sickly as treacle with its cheap patriotism and sentimentality. One has to forgive much. One comes to forget the blemishes. Instead, the memory of Clifford MacLagen as the Sergeant lingers. Not, I repeat, a great film. But very nearly. WEEK-END WIVES. A British International Picture, directed by Harry Lachman. Britain's biggest bow at the boudoir box-office. Pulsing with the palpitating passion of Paramount pulchritude. Dazzling with the dubious delights of daring Deauville. Type : bedroom farce. Vintage : French stage. Cellar : Metro-Goldwyn. Art director : the same. Titles by Double 44