Close Up (Jan-Jun 1930)

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CLOSE LP the wall, image of the solid window from which there is no escape. Already someone HAS escaped. Drama gallops. Horses, and wind, follow^ the fugitive. Wind tries to blow out the lights of the lantern ; wind is friendly to rebels. A political prisoner has vanished, and the governor will be replaced. How did the old governor manage to have such a young child? A cringing warder, one of the splendid types in the film, enters into the child's games. Suddenly he sees a telegram which tells him that a new boss is on the way ; he pushes the child onto its face. He goes to inform the prisoners, to torture them with doubt. There is a dignity in the men, who are suffering for a belief, which, contrasted with the cochonneries of the gaoler, points the moral that iron bars do not make a prison but a lighting effect. The little village chats about the big dodderer who is being replaced. Bulbous retainer clicks his heels, sweat running down the back of his neck; leaky barrel. At the most dignified, and most sweaty, moment the child rides a bicycle between firmly planted feet. The rest of the new chief's reception, by the staff, is told in feet, not from a desire to be clever (which it happens to be) but because they are all anxious about untoward incident, feet conscious. The tunnel corridor is filled with shadows of men, and with men who are shadows ; they wait for the arrival of the new chief. The political prisoners refuse a word of greeting. Actually, so far, the tightly-laced, crown-prince man has done nothing wrong, but they sense he can do no right. He clanks off, his egg-shaped head carried high. Of course 28