Close Up (Jul-Dec 1929)

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CLOSE UP Austrians go white and leave the theatre while Americans are merely sceptical, sensing rightly that this American Tragedy has taught them nothing of Austria, nor for that matter of America. When Pabst, an Austrian, opens your eves to Vienna broken by war and war's end, you understand so much more not only about Vienna but about casual villainy in general and much about humanitarianism. It makes you aware of Austria. And — this is important — Austria as a nation. Its story in evoking sympathy, wakes sympathy for Austria as Austria and not as something badly imitating you. It is the same when ^Margaret ]Mann sends four Tyrolean, country boys to war. What is her " Universal Message " of motherhood (what was Poirier's) but her director's ability to make her look sentimentallv forsaken, waving her overornate lads through over-ornate studio streets to studio war? You don't sympathise with Russia, you have no sense of international understanding, when John Barrymore postures m a Russian story with impeccable, special, ever-softening lens to gain him sex-appeal. Let one fine, honest voice — say Eisenstein's — tell you about Russia, and supposing you are man enough not to scramble with your stocking of savings to bury in the garden ; that is to say, if you haven't got that kind of mind, you \yil\ understand that none of the v\-orld has benefited by the silly tales-told-out-of-school fired competitionally from miles of newspapers and millions of mouths through tw^elve years of unconscious (for that is what it amounts to) confession. What does friend Borzage get from his attempt to put Italy on the International map? .... One of the all too few bright moments of the Mussolini campus — the storming of projection 86