"Newman, Kim - The Pierce-Arrow Stalled, And..." - читать интересную книгу автора (Newman Kim) Tears welled in Leigh's eyes and the music swelled. She was too thin to be
really beautiful. Her face was expressive and angular rather than plumply lovely the way Mabel Normand or Mary Miles Minter had been. Still, she was radiant. And she had a voice. Roscoe felt uninvited tears in his own eyes. Gable strode away from Tara, orange skies outlining him. Movies were in colour now, too. They roared and they blazed. Roscoe missed Nickelodeons, gingham dresses, candy canes. He missed being young and a star too. 'How shall I fight on without you?' Leigh asked, 'what about the War?' Turning, flashing the famous grin, Gable said, 'frankly my dear, I don't give a fuck.' All around, the audience cheered. The commotion was so loud that the closing narration was inaudible. Roscoe, skilled from years in silent pictures, tried to read Leigh's lips, but the camera pulled away and she turned into a black silhouette. Afterword I write about film for the same reason Arthur C. Clarke writes about space exploration: as a writer of non-fiction, I've spent a great deal of time thinking about the cinema, and ideas just come along by association. I've also written quite a few alternate histories; and, dealing with 20th Century America, the cinema often comes to mind. This story throws a small pebble into the past and watches ripples spread ... In the real world, Roscoe made it to that party, Virgie died the same way upstairs rather than in the lobby, blame was unjustly accorded though a Shirley Temple replaced Mae West as a Top Box Office attraction in 1933, John Dillinger (probably) saw the end of Manhattan Melodrama, Father Coughlin's call for War with Mexico was ignored, Jimmy Stewart got work in the movies, Hauptmann was executed for other crimes, Welles' dream project was Citizen Kane and David O. Selznick made Gone with the Wind. The Arbuckle case affected the evolution of an art form and entertainment industry, though the real clamp-down did not come until nearly ten years afterwards. The Hays Code, and the mindset that created and enforced it, was not an unambiguously bad thing, as scores of outstanding films made under its strictures show, but there was a notable hobbling of certain types of movie. Compare the freshness and sensuality of a pre-code film like the 1932 Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde with the stifling obfuscations of the 1941 remake, which would desperately like to be steamily sophisticated but just comes across as stodgy and silly. There certainly were personalities (Louise Brooks is a good example) for whom there was no space for in thirties films; I'd exchange the entire filmography of Marie Dressler (a major star at the time) for just one more Brooks vehicle on a par with Pandora's Box. Imagine Apocalypse Now redone in accordance with the Hays Code ('Saigon, heck!'), but balance that by wondering how To Have and Have Not could be any better freed from censor restrictions (when they turned down the ending of Hemingway's novel, Howard Hawks asked the censors to suggest a finish they would approve of). If Roscoe had missed the party, movies might not have been better but they would have been different. |
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