Close-Up (Mar-Dec 1933)

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CLOSE UP Vol. X. No. 4 December, 1933 TURKISH PRELUDE By Marie Seton. Hollywood mania, like mass hysteria is easy to account for but difficult to control ; countries at every stage of civilization are potential victims and the more recent the Westernization the more virulent is the attack. The worst element in this Hollywood scourge is that either it pushes the impetus of smaller and younger nations to create their own cinema aside, or, else, forces them by competition and example into its own imbecile crudity, for it is the worst, and not the best, examples of American movie that are exported to Eastern Europe and Asia. It is tragic-comic to see the Indian film magazines imitating the quick fire snappiness of America's movie papers, and find their own Americanized love lyrics advertised in the " Supreme ! Romantic ! Thrills ! " jargon. It is the same in the Balkans, though everyone of the Near Eastern countries are fitted to develop their own native industry when they can escape the deadening influence of Ballyhoo. Turkey, though freed from Capitulations and any undue interference from foreigners is yet being led by the nose by Hollywood. Fox, for instance, is scheduled to place twenty of their " year's greatest love story " products in the ninety cinemas throughout Turkey, while Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer and Paramount keep competing representatives sipping coffee in spacious offices on the Grand rue de Pera. Fairbank's old silent, The Thief of Bagdad, can draw not inconsiderable audiences in Istanbul in the middle of the broiling summer, while on the other side of the Grand Rue Pabst's delicious Opera de Quart' Sous is shown to a handful of urchins, bored Turkish matrons and myself. If Turkey was a barren country without a studio, or potential filmic material in her own life and her post-Kemal Pasha history, then one would resignedly accept the inevitable as one must in the case of Roumania. But, Turkey has entered upon a new consciousness under Kemal Pasha, freed her women, abolished the fez, symbol of the old Turkish servitude, curtailed the 309