Star-dust in Hollywood (1930)

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Qhapter X HOLLYWOOD—THE ARTIST OF THE FILM T the dinner-party already mentioned the great Mr Goldwyn had an odd conversational gesture. He planted an elbow with a bang on the table, set his chin on his fist, and bent forward with decision. He was clearly a man of one idea. To him the world was — the movies. Cataclysms might occur, Governments might change, bulls or bears might boost or break the market, but to him they were all cinematographical phenomena, things or people to be recorded on films, or people capable of paying to see things that were recorded on films. His only conversation with Jo was : Mr Goldwyn. [Bang,] Mrs Gordon, so you went to Albania ? Jo. Yes, we went there about Mr Goldwyn. [Bang.] Have they any movies in Albania? Jo. Well, in one small town they did have a projector. But as they had bought only half a dozen films and were too poor or ignorant to rent any more the people got tired of seeing always the same lot and said that the movies lacked variety. Mr Goldwyn. [Bang.] Why didn't they turn them back to front? Jo. I did hear of a black woman who took out a cinema to West Africa. She had a film of the life of Christ, but her operator wasn't very experienced and started it upside down. She refused to cut the film, insisted on running it through like that. The audience nearly wrecked the hall. . . . Mr Goldwyn. [Bang.] Mrs Gordon, what I want to [174]