Screenland (May–Oct 1925)

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SCREENLAND'S EDITORIAL COMMENT R ASS NCE in a while a film comes along that is not a "production" at all; that has no scenario, no cast and no director, but which brings a lesson for every director, has in each role a character startlingly personal, and brings material for a hundred stories. Such a film is "Grass." If you know of one man who holds that the movies "do not interest" him take him to this film and he will see such a throbbing but simple narrative, so tremendous and yet so human a picture, that the screen will mean to him henceforth and forever a unique and wonderful ART. The Baktiari tribe migrate with their flocks by way of dangerous fords and terrifying heights to new feeding grounds. This trip is filmed. That's all. But never has a theatre or book so convincingly revealed the iron that is in the sinews of man. Other films, Flaherty's J^anoo\ of the T^orth and Johnson's films from the South Seas, have shown us other peoples whose lowly lives we pitied, but this film shows a race whose energyshames us and whose marvellous stamina deserves to be glorified by a classic. And it is a classic which Merian C. Cooper, Marguerite E. Harrison and Ernest B. Schoedsack have recorded.