The soul of the moving picture (1924)

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162 The Soul of the Moving Picture I remain? Shall I go?" It was brilliant. And, truth to tell, that kind of brilliancy can be met with more frequently in the motion picture than we would be at first inclined to believe. There was an altogether captivating moment of suspense in Schloss Vogelod. It was entitled in the text "A Confession." We saw a great spacious hall; it was deserted, except for two perfectly motionless human beings who were separated from each other by the width of the hall (Illustration No. 18). But such suspense, in which the most sensitive aesthete might take extreme delight, is not for the masses. For them it has to be laid on thick. The really clever motion picture actor will always make it a point "to bring something to a great many," to use Goethe's words. To the few he will offer a tension of refined nature and subtle explanation; to the many he will offer a tension that is sturdy, robust, plain as a pike-staff. The poet handles his suspense in a calm way. With him, suspense is clarity in spiritual intoxication; it is the sculptor's chisel marks of complete control. It is from it that force ensues and action acquires its sense of goal. Where there is no suspense there is a chaotic draining off of episodes that sink into the sand without leaving a trace.