Close Up (Mar-Dec 1933)

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242 CLOSE UP intelligent directors and scenarists sit waiting. They'll have to wait, till they cease to have any more original ideas. French cinema offers this incredible paradox : There are quite a number of good, healthy, talented men, who can't find any appropriate work just because they have talent. The " breaks " they got were never prepared try-outs, but lucky accidents. And the young directois wait for a job, more and more disgusted with a crying injustice. Because — while they wait in vain — the most incapable of the old " routiniers " continue their undermining, dreadful work. I don't see how anything can be changed. It would not be sufficient to allow one of them to do sensible work, to help the French cinema. One exception is not enough to drive through this dangerous imposse. The public, the so patient public, is thoroughly " through " with French films. And we see the incredible phenomenon of French patrons more and more frequenting cinemas where foreign pictures are shown. Not only do those French people who know foreign languages, accept them with enthusiasm, but the average Frenchman to-day prefers a foreign film without even understanding a word of the dialogue, because he has a feeling that those pictures are nearer to cinema than any home-product he is offered. Of course, big mistakes in judgment occur all the time. The basis of any real value having been removed, no intelligent comparison is possible, and the average cinema-goer accepts many foreign pictures which would be a big failure if they were French talkies. Snobism isn't dead yet. For one, / Am a Fugitive — one of the best pictures ever produced — one has to accept many worthless and badly done pictures like that poor melodrama Back Street, which has been running already for 7 months continuously. Tet's veil our faces, for none of the French critics seemed to think it was just too dreadful. What has become of the intelligent and precise spirit of French criticism ? Though in their defence, it may be said that " In the Kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is the big shot." Poor spiteful resignation. Nobody dares any more to express his sincere feelings. The critics, overwhelmed by the multitude of bad products, no longer know whether a picture is really good, or only acceptable as compared with other work of the same poor quality. Nobody thinks about the impossibility of an interesting production as long as financial customs of the cinema world are what they are. (Rene Clair — one of the very few who still keep a clear head on the subject — said a few months ago that the French cinema couldn't go on working under the present capitalistic system, because financial considerations necessarily keep the director from doing what his better self would suggest. But nobody really listened and his suggestions were put aside as being subversive, bolshevistic and dangerous.) Nobody bothers about the low standard of sound in French pictures, though France has musicians like Edgar Varese, with the best and most