Close Up (Jul-Dec 1929)

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CLOSE UP generals wait for the Emperor with threatened resignations, if he persists in exacting the extreme penalty of the law from his own son, the actor behaves like a human being by accepting the situation. The tale of a despot who. enjoys a sensation of power by supervising machines yet experiences only transitory satisfaction because he cannot rule nongoose-steppers (human beings). The goose-step . . . Halt . . . Take that man to Castle Curstin for court-martial, the fifth button on his tunic has not been polished . . . Three-cornered hats must be doft three times, while intrigues are encouraged by the architecture as much as gestures by the clothes . . . Key-holes (mix), shaped like ears, must be listened at : enormous caskets stuffed with secret documents must be broken into. A grand film, a film to be seen. There is mental conflict behind the pageantry. The son of the Emperor wants to play the flute; none of the exaggeration of Hollywood's aspiring playwright who wants to leave an enriched posterity, of poet pining to storm the intelligentsia (and get into transition!), but a simple boy who wants to play ephemeral tunes on the flute . . . Soldiers cannot goose-step to the flute, but Mr. Czerepy does not let the son win a competition for flutists at Atlantic City, instead he allows the martinet to be true to life. This film, revived to-day, would make many old-timers cry, " There you are, I told you so; those were the grand days for FILMS As far as Germany is concerned they were. OSVI'ELL BlAKESTON. 67