The talkies (1930)

Page scan 000101 from The talkies

Record Details:

Title:
The talkies
Date:
1930
Publisher:
London: Crosby Lockwood and Son
Volume:
The talkies
Leaf #:
000101
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
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Date Added:
August 29, 2024
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CHAPTER THREE REVOLUTION A witty American producer was heard to remark once that the noisy studios used for silent pictures were being converted into silent studios for noisy pictures. The picture-goer, who sits mesmerized by the ghostly screen, little dreams what was going on just off the screen, when the picture he is watching was being shot. If he could be transported back to the studio while the picture was being made, he would not talk about the silent drama ; he would find himself in a bewildering maze of scaffolding, glaring lights and ceaseless hammering and shouting; while under the whirring cameras he would see the Director crouching, megaphone in hand, coaxing, explaining, or perhaps shouting, as the hero raises his loved one's lips to his own, under the merciless lights : "Love 'er, damn you ! Love 'er !" ; while an electric crane clanks overhead, dangling half a house from its jaws like some huge dog stealing off to bury a stolen bone. "Lights!" yells the Director, and a dozen electricians heave in their switches with a crash F