Close Up (Jan-Jun 1930)

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CLOSE UP There is a time for everything. Audible pictures were possible fifteen years ago. That far agone Thomas Edison had perfected a device for synchronizing sound and motion on the screen. But the time was not ripe for it. The necessity had not yet arisen to call it into being. Silent pictures were then still completely satisfying. Moreover, they were pregnant with stimulating promises. They were growing, expanding, flowering. There appeared to be no limit to their powers of entertainment and the possibilities inherent in them. Who cared if the sense of hearing was ignored if the eye could be feasted with pictures of a world in motion ? — with animated portraits of heroic men in thrilling action, and lovely women parting their lips in enchanting smiles or shedding tears that actually trickled before our sympathetic gaze or dropped into the soup to tickle our primitive sense of humour ? Why add a perfume to the nodding violet or a rumble to the rushing locomotive? Enough was enough. But now the talkies — born of the necessity for satisfaction after the eventual failure of the mute screen longer to entertain and amuse. Gone now the glamour and the glory of the dummies. They have had their day. They are fading into historv ; as meagre now in their appeal as a white cotton stocking. Time moves; conditions change; novelty evolves into the commonplace and the boresome. There is a limit to all things. And there's the rub. Already it is realized that the talkies are but a stop-gap. Time to-day does more than merely move. It gallops; it flies; it has taken to itself the wings of the morning. In its onrush it is harrying the world w^ith restlessness ; with