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A few months ago you couldn’t throw a rock without beaning a think-piece on silent cinema prompted by The Artist and Hugo. Geoffrey O’Brien in the New York Review of Books caps the mini-genre with a winner, a lovely hymn to silent movies as “a perpetual learning how to see, and a way of coming to the truth of one of Emerson’s observations: ‘The eye is final.'”
Regrettable as it is that such a well-regarded figure in the New German Cinema as the late Werner Schroeter still requires an introduction before his first North American retrospective, Brooklyn Rail’s Mónica Savirón is ably up to the task.
“Let Britain brag her motley rag/We’ll lift the green more proud and airy/Be mine the lot to bear that flag/And head the men of Tipperary!” Apologies that my forgetfulness let slip the new issue of Screening the Past last week. The silent film journal devotes its entire issue to the 1918 Irish classic Knocknagow, placing the movie at the center of fascinating histories of Irish cinema, popular song, and even sport–with national pride coloring them all. Spotted, among others, by Film Studies for Free.
“In fact, it was such a drain on his finances that Barbara Stanwyck warned Sturges, ‘That goddamned greasy spoon is ruining you!'” The Lady Eve looks back on Preston Sturges, restaurateur, and his beloved The Players supper club.