Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1916)

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The Glory Road 109 squared. It was not Briscoe to weaken. "All right," he snapped, "all the more reason for us to haul the business above that level, and 1 stick to my point. More and more intelligent people are going to the pictures, people who enjoy the beautiful and who think and want something to stretch their minds, ('rudeness, and melodrama, and untruthfulness to life disgust these people in a moving picture just as they do in a hook. Then whj not give 'em the picture literature they want? Something to stimulate their minds while they're being entertained, just like the hooks they read?" In the moment's silence the sounds of the studio came up to them, voices, and hammering, and the rumble of a scene truck crossing a stage. A cool breeze blew through the open window. Holt regarded the other with astonishment. Like everyone else, he had yet to learn just how deep was all that lay beneath that uninspiring exterior. His curiosity was aroused by the unassailable truth and logic of Briscoe's argument. "And what kind of a picture would you give these intelligent people?" he asked. Briscoe leaned forward again. "A picture of emotions instead of action or setting ! I'd tell the story subjectively, not objectively ; that is, entirely by what the person feels rather than what he does or what other people do. This isn't a new idea — we all attempt something of the kind now — but my idea is to develop this line tremendously. I believe the time will come when the soul experiences of one character, if properly portrayed, will make as fascinating a picture as any thriller of to-day." "Yes, but where's your action?" "Wait a minute. Action, after all, is only suspended interest, isn'1 it? Well, then. what's more interesting than to wat>h the effect of life on a human soul, tin way that soul acts when certain things happen to it, and what it docs under those circumstances? The win of action, not the what ; Causes, not effects. For instance, take 'Carmen.' If we could show the influences which made that girl what she was and made her act as she did, would it he inter wmI: He m used a moment. ' ' Besides, after all there's a gambling chance of success for the Company in it. Come back at four o'clock and I'll give you my answer."