Elephant dance (1937)

Record Details:

Title:
Elephant dance
Date:
1937
Publisher:
New York : Charles Scribner's Sons
Volume:
Elephant dance
Leaf #:
000121
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
July 11, 2024
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a while he would lift his trunk up, up and let out a Poor heart-rending cry. Irawatha! Bob got out the cameras and filmed him. He had the mahout throw him a bunch of leaves as though urging him to eat, and Kala Nag, his head still swaying, swished it up in his trunk and swished it around and finally threw it in a completely mad gesture over his head, where it hung awry, like Ophelia's wreath. This sounds funny, but actually in the film when we ran it, it was quite as affecting as it was to see. The poor elephant was most evidently in the depths of an agony that made you feel very sorry for him. Mysore. Nov. . . . Bob always has the luck. I told you, didn't I, that our elephant, Irawatha, went ' Musth', and we couldn't use him all the time we were in Melkote. It was an ill wind that blew us plenty of good, for we took pictures of the poor creature in his painful, uneasy state, and it made him look just as we want him to look in the story when he is 'grieving for his master' ! . . . The film begins to look like something. The casting is over and the first third of the picture, all the opening scenes, are shot. And now for our big dramatic scenes in the jungles we are taking a fresh leap into the unknown and incalculable. 81