Close Up (Jan-Jun 1930)

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CLOSE UP one thinks of Stroheim, although it is not fair to the actor who has given such a magnificent performance. At the pits the men are made to work. Superlative camera work keeps the guarding warders in the foreground. Heavy carts round incredible corners. Get up, get on; delivered with a twirl of the moustache, as if it were as easy as winking, or rather as twirling a moustache. Revolt. The spectator's mind has already revolted, so the upturned carts, at the bottom of the slope, do not tell of wasted labour, but gallant protest. An autumn landscape, quivering. No shots of the fight. An outline of the ringleader beingpunished, related through the faces of onlookers. Again not done because it is clever; it is simply effective. Birds in a cage are a little trite, but the men in the cages are not exactly birds and there may be cynicism. The governor plays a guitar to the birds. Meanwhile the cringing warder leaves an anniversary present on the table — an empty frame. On the way out he pauses alarmed at the sight of a uniformed arm flung over a chair — an empty coat. Frame, coat — empty. How ridiculous the governor is, doing his daily dozen, and how sensual as he chases the fat cook around the table I The political prisoners are on hunger strike. Crossing himself (and thinking of the cook?) the governor orders that they shall be taken to church. There is a shot of the choir master sounding his tuningfork : this is a cue for the audience, a warning that the high spot is at hand. Is the audience fully aware of the richness of the ritual, of the church candles that are bars, shutting off the prisoners from the spiritual reserves ? Of the ladies