The theater, the cinema and ourselves (1947)

Record Details:

Title:
The theater, the cinema and ourselves
Date:
1947
Publisher:
London : Clarence House Press
Volume:
The theater, the cinema and ourselves
Leaf #:
00038
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Niles Essanay Silent Film Museum
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 28, 2024
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14. TRILBY TO-DAY However much an English girl may try to become Trilby — and many have tried — Trilby on the London stage seems to be in Paris as a tourist. Possibly it is partly because Trilby had an Irish mother and was never quite part of Paris. Yet she was no tourist. Though half Irish she was a settler in Paris, waiting for some Englishmen to discover her and in the discovery to find an affinity that Svengali never found. In many ways Joan Bennett in scarlet street is a modern Trilby. In the strictest sense of the word neither were as moral as they were portrayed, Trilby was moralized into perfection by Victorian sentimentality and Joan Bennett in scarlet street into something very near it by an unexpectedly particular film censor. "What is art?" Joan Bennett asks as she becomes friendly with the artist, and surely Trilby must also have wondered. "Art is a love affair," the artist answered, and though Trilby's admirers probably felt the same they were far too Victorian to express their feelings so bluntly. scarlet street. {Joan Bennett and Edward G. Robinson in the Bar.) 1946. '