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Cynic in the Soup
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In some studios the orchestra even follows a galloping horse.
"Ah, well, there's not much to see," he added gloomily. "But come on over to the set — come over and watch the agony. Isn't it true? The more we see of motion pictures the more we wonder why they're not even worse."
So I went over to the set to watch the agony. A wind machine was just drying things off. It seems that a high fog had dampened the trappings of the handsome bedroom depicted — a 'bedroom that, alas, was all too apparently a bedroom of the rich.
Property men were making up the bed — a luxurious affair with a yellow counterpane, which would photograph white.
Enter Jane Novak, blond, with molassestaffy hair — the kind of hair which looks like thinly spun sunshine — when it has the proper back lighting. A devoted maid' bears a suit case full of make-up behind the star.
Tourneur squinting through the camera. He is one of those directors who insist on seeing what they are shooting with the camera's eye.
"Now, Mr. Tourneur" — from an assistant — "now what happens in this close-up?"
"Nothing. She's crying. Nothing at all."
And the director leaves off fussing with the camera to begin fussing with the composition of some articles on a table. In France Tourneur was' a painter before becoming a director, which explains the splendid composition which he sometimes achieves on the screen.
This day he whisks Miss Novak from a comfortable contemplation of her make-up in a hand mirror into the depths of grief with a suddeness that must take awav her breath.
"Miss Novak would you mind — good morning— get on this bed and sob!"
Miss Novak obediently gets on and sobs. For a while Tourneur — expressionless — watches the agony. Then he remarks:
"Enough^ — thanks. The lighting is not so good. We go to lunch now."
Tourneur's office, of which the sole decoration is a calendar advertising that famous English book which tells you how to become a connoisseur of wines.
I asked the director why I didn't see around his place any of the miniature studio orchestras which are contributing their share this season to the birth pangs of nearly every movie in the making.
"I don't like them," he replied. "For two reasons.
Luncheon was over and we were seated in
When the crooks come on the screen then the audience is interested.