The soul of the moving picture (1924)

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The Scene 45 There is only one thing that tortures him, and from which there is no possible escape: he sees himself obliged to crawl into a new and strange role to-morrow, and into still another new and strange role day after to-morrow, and so on throughout his entire career as long as this is in the ascendancy. This being the case, even the greatest creation of the greatest poet is apt, if the danger is not incessantly guarded against, to rattle around in his soul with the emptiness of a hand-organ. But it is right there that we note the real task of the stage actor : he is not supposed to bellow forth scene after scene in uncontrolled eruptions of feelings. On the contrary, he is supposed to study each work of art, rehearse it, say it over, look into it, until he knows it from every angle and in its every aspect. There is only one state of mind that can be sure of success when it is a question of performing a written play on the legitimate stage : the calm, easy, superior assurance that comes from infinite study and practice. "I seize the passions as the pianist seizes the octaves — without seeing what I am doing !" This confession was made by Salvini. Compared with his colleagues on the legitimate stage, the film actor has in many ways a much more difficult task. The Italian and the French