Movie Makers (Jan-Dec 1945)

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m^mmm^^mm What every family will want for a war record RICHARD LOCKWOOD Lieutenant (j.g.) USNR • The photographs on these pages will suggest some of the happy moments that constitute the highlights of the all too brief visits of service men and women at home. Though film is scarce, a furlough movie should cover as much ground as may be possible. from the train platform and is engulfed by his mirers. Everybody bundles into the family car, with fadeout as the car disappears down the street. Although it will probably have to be re-enacted lat we must have some footage of Bill, looking every inch a man in his new khaki, entering his home for the first time in months that have seemed years. This sequence can begin with a shot from inside the house. The door opens and Buster leaps out at his old hunting companion. Bill puts down his luggage and looks around him slowly, and with great satisfaction observes that everything is the same. He inspects the house, leisurely but thoroughly, picking up and laying down favorite objects in an absent minded fashion. He wanders about the yard and into the garage, smiling at the lawn mower, the apple tree and the baseball glove hung over the porch rail. (Mom has seen to that.) Any Bill will do just these things on his first furlough, to reacquaint himself with all that he left behind. The camera will follow him as he prowls the kitchen and sniffs the delectable odors there and lifts an approving eyebrow. He will plump down on his bed and kick off those soldier boots. Of course, there must be a scene at the table when the family sits down to that long awaited "'welcome home" dinner. Kid brother corners Bill and, with admiration in every glance, gets the professional warrior's view. Our soldier meets his school day sweetheart, and we film the first phone call, the careful hairbrushing and the actual meeting, and fade out with a scene of Bill and his girl walking away to be alone in the moonlight. We shall have to be persuasive here, but the young lady can probably be depended upon to get Bill to play up to the camera. Our next sequence will show Bill sleeping peacefully in his own familiar bed, with Buster at his feet and the alarm clock with its hands spread to indicate ten o'clock. This reaffirmation of civilian freedom is probably one of the most anxiously awaited pleasures of the whole furlough. It is Sunday, and we want footage of Bill and Dad and Mom on the way to church. There is pride written on Dad's face as he walks along the village street with his soldier, and there will be movie material aplenty in the many meetings and greetings with old friends en route. The animated conversations, the warm welcome and the sidelong glances of admiration from Mom will fill this sequence with meaning. As the furlough comes to a close, we want a scene of packing, with Mother tucking away a box of cookies in a corner of the bag. Dad unobtrusively hands Bill a going away present. Then, as the car is backed out of the yard, Buster looks from the window. From the corner of the station, we film the departure, the last wave from the train platform and the last coach disappearing down the track. But our picture will not end on this sad note. Our last scene shows the kid brother, corporal's chevrons pinned on his sleeve, carrying on with a spirit of brave determination and newly acquired inspiration. This outline of a treatment mav [Continued on page 182]