Close Up (Jan-Jun 1930)

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CLOSE UP directorial attitudes. No good can come from submission because of expedience. That is a form of moral compromise which is a detriment to artistic achievement. I have felt such a confused mind in The Great Gabbo, directed by James Cruze and starring Erich von Stroheim. The film is listless and diffident in construction, the lighting is bad, and the full use of the ventriloquist-and-dummy opportunity for sound-sight counterpoint is never even suspected. The resultant is a simplism with very little of either intuitive or intelligent sense of the new medium. It is a conglomerate of various sources with no central structural intention. And after all Cruze is not one of our least. Perhaps Stroheim should have directed. I found his performance, as well as role, a bit painful. It made me a little ashamed to watch an adult and not inferior person taking the thing seriously. I remember Cruze as an actor — The Million Dollar Mystery — perhaps he should have been Gabbo.. But then with Stroheim directing the result w^ould have been a probable exaggeration of the importance of the material plus some Viennese commentary. So let us spare a bad thing and ask no more ! The best-planned talkie I have yet seen is Hitchcock's Blackmail, There was some sense of the necessitv of the long silent interval, and of reiteration, even though the plan was elementary, obvious and the reiteration too psychological.'' The English are inflating the importance of the film. It has no real meaning and is poor suspensefilming (as poor as Bulldog Drummond and The Man with the Tree-Frog in this respect). Its competence is only competence after all, for Hitchcock is not a singularly 17