Close Up (Jan-Jun 1930)

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CLOSE UP on in our own way. I lay in bed, thinking, and talkies, as for as I could see, went on, not thinking, but being made. I saw Broadivay Melody, which was a great shock, and I went away for a month. Blackmail, when I came back was a surprise. Now I have seen most of them again, and want to explain why. Sure .... you get out of here before I cop you on the jaw . . . Oh, yeah? .... You've said it ... . you're yellow . . . sure . . . come on out of this, sweetie .... vou leave this to me . . . sure .... and if that pink-eyed bum comes near me again . . . Oh, yeah ? ]\Ir. Callaghan, you wouldn't do that to a porr goil . . . what wants her name in lights . . . bo, yoti're a pal . . . that's all right, bo . . . regular guy. . . . Avouldn't let my mother know .... sure, she's white .... she's yaller . . . I'm feeling blue . . . sure, sure, sure, I couldn't git sore with you .... is that so ? . . . sez you. Well, all that does need explaining. Especiallv when none of the esses come out. But out of all that, rising out of that perpetual chatter, there have been one or two little whispers, twent}'-three, in all, hints of spring if the rash winds of production don't blow them down before thev have had time to show what they were like. The first was Melody of Love, where one or two things happened for the first time, including an attempt to use sound expressionistically. There was a string of play-films, Hometowners, Interference, The Doctor's Secret, which quite successfully put the movies inside a proscenium, in the usual attempt of the magnates to show how much more than mere cinema the movies really were. As good as a play. Then it occurred to someone that they were as good as life, and we 114