Close Up (Jan-Jun 1930)

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CLOSE LP eye not yet sufficiently educated to revolt from the inanities for the most part filling the screen. Through the medium of words such' films become so aggressively stupid that protest is inevitable. False complications will disappear, realistic opulence, serving onlv tc disguise povertv of imagination, will stand self-condemned. Only the other day I chanced upon a performance admirably illustrating my contention. A showing of Man Rav's last film, Le Mystere du Chateau du De and of L n Chien Andalou by the young Spanish producer Louis Bunuel, was preceded by a Harold Lloyd comedy dating from the time when he was a beginner. But the ingenuity of his ideas and discoveries by far outdoes anything to be found in these new films whose only excuse is an occasional felicitv in their setting. This little old picture was a condensed witticism. Its star had something to express. The stars of to-day are content with trying to stagger us. Man Ray has unloaded his single noveltv. He is an amiable fantasist who doubtless greatly enjoys exhibiting his virtuosity, who tries to dazzle us with his photographic ingenuities and is satisfied when he has demonstrated, bv means of literary sub-titles, that he has heard all about what is called idea or scenario. It is not a great matter and one mav pass an agreeable hour watching these cleverly arranged photos. Louis Bunuel's first film, Le Chien Andalou, is of a different brand. It is the representation of a waking dream, forcefully and intelligently constructed. From the beginning of the first short reel a warmth, at once brutal and admirable, emanates from the chosen images and remains throughout the whole performance, which reveals moreover in the 138