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world, including brief chats with visits to the metropolis as well as make their homes in the East.
John-Brenon
Putti slouches in her chair and gazes abstractedly about, while Lois Moran, fresh as a daisy, exclaims excitedly over her approaching six-week visit to Europe.
Ray Harris, ecrivain extraordinaire, expatiates on the wit of Gregory La Cava, who has just thought of another gag for a Dix photoplay. William Powell, suave and sleek, looks villainously into his coffee cup. Evelvn Brent sits amiably near by. Greta Xissen's blond beauty sparkles as she talks to a newspaper man.
Studio musicians are gathered at a corner table, but the sole accompaniment to this midday feast is provided by the rattling of the dishes in the culinary department and the monotonous hum of chattering tongues.
It is just a lull in a busy day, and harmony reigns for a brief half hour. After hasty cigarettes, the groups disperse and all make their way in single file past the cash register out to the various sets. The great business of making pictures starts again full tilt, with renewed vigor and with renewed squabbles.
Life Is Ugly, Says Jack Gilbert.
"You have a wicked mind," said we to Jack Gilbert, who was persisting in misinterpixting a remark of ours.
"Lord, no !" he replied, forcefully. "I'm just honest. I don't pretend. I don't cover up. I admit.
"In the age of beautiful men," said Jack, "I wouldn't have had a chance. That is to say, when the screen demanded Greek profiles, like Francis X. Bushman, Wallace Reid, and William S.
Jack Gilbert says that he didn 't have a chance on the screen until Greek gods went out of style.
J*hoto by Richee
Florence Vidor was taken so ill that "Afraid to Love" had to be postponed and she couldn't even get back to California in time to spend Christmas with her small daughter.
Hart, I sat back on my stool and wrote scenarios. But when the screen began to reflect some of that earthiness which is akin to real life, I knew my innings had come and that my bottle nose and scraggy neck didn't matter.
"Honesty — that's what the screen demands nowadays, and when you can be human you're real, and God knows I'm human ! I don't want to miss a thing in life, and I'm honest about it, and that is the honesty — -frank, unashamed, unguarded— that I try to bring to the screen. Wise counselors tell me that it is madness to show human frailty on the screen, and perhaps that used to be the truth, but audiences now like human beings— your Sunday-school hero is a thing of the past.
"It is the mission of the screen to portray life. Of course there will always be the frothy, light, inconsequential type of photoplay — it's the same with literature— but we are at last beginning to do the sort of thing we are really made for. You can't create honest characters on the screen, however, if you don't live honestly. I find if you are just human, audiences love you in spite of anything vou do.