There is nothing
the matter with the movies that cannot be remedied. This is indeed
fortunate--for the movie has earned an important place in the life of the
American public. No one will deny that motion pictures have been
helpful, instructive and entertaining. No one doubts that they can
be a great influence for good--or evil. And everyone knows they are
too big to be ignored. They have assumed such importance as to incur
a proportionate responsibility. And yet those entrusted with their
development choose to close their eyes to the writing on the wall.
The principal
trouble with the motion picture today is that it is an industry, not an
art. It has been too highly commercialized for its own good.
Of course, the business man is necessary to the motion picture, but not
to the exclusion of the artist.
It is right and
good that Fords and locomotives and adding machines and safety razors and
lead pencils shall be standardized and turned out according to hard and
fast specifications--and that quantity production shall cut down overhead.
It is also good business that the distributing station be standardized
and handle the usual full line of equipment at standard prices.
But those methods
are bad medicine for motion pictures. The film made to the dollar-ruled
specification, turned out on a quantity production basis, added to the
cut-and-dried program and then released throughout the trust-controlled
theatres is, without doubt, a specimen of efficient industrial production--but
as an artistic entertainment it is a sad failure.
No one doubts that
picture can be produced under this highly efficient business method much
cheaper and faster than by the old "hit-or-miss" artistic way--and that
these pictures can net their producers and distributors a much larger return
per dollar invested than those handicapped by artistic requirements.
But, after all,
what are you spending your money in your local moving-picture theatre for?
To see artistic, fascinating pictures or to build fortunes for those in
control of the industry? There the heart of the problem is exposed--the
average motion picture is made to fatten purses, not to entertain the public.
Commercial motion
pictures have their rightful usage, as have also less artistic films of
entertainment, just the same as commercial art has its proper place, and
commercial music and jazz, and advertising and cheap vaudeville and burlesque.
But how would
you like to discover the powers that be insisting that you must take your
art and your music and your literature "according to our program."
Suppose you went to the Grand Opera and heard a little factory-produced
opera, then a little jazz and then a half hour of song "plugging" flavored
with ten minutes of Galli-Curci or Chaliapin singing a nursery rhyme.
Or suppose when you purchased a set of Shakespeare you found every other
page devoted to advertising or publicity writing or that your evening to
Ethel Barrymore was four-fifths taken up by an act of cheap melodrama,
a little burlesque, a bit from the minstral and an acrobatic squad.
Suppose that when you attempted to buy pictures for your home you discovered
they could only be shown in connection with commercial drawings.
Yet you get just
about such a hodgepodge when you attend a motion picture theatre running
trust-controlled programs. And with the trust growing stronger every
day the independant exhibitor is being driven farther and farther into
the corner. All of which is very fine for efficiency and profit,
but very bad for art and entertainment.
In my opinion
75 per cent of the pictures shown today are a brazen insult to the public's
intelligence. The other 25 per cent are produced by such masters
as D. W. Griffith, Douglas Fairbanks, Mary Pickford, Charlie Chaplin, the
Talmadge interests--and a few other independent stars and producers who
realize that the making of pictures is an art, not an industry.
Such splendid
features as "Broken Blossoms," "Way Down East," "Tolerable [sic] David,"
"Little Lord Fauntleroy," "Robin Hood," "The Kid," "When Knighthood was
in Flower," along with a few other productions which rank among these,
have invariably been received in such a way as to prove that the American
public wants and appreciates artistic productions. The next thing
to do is demand them. The public always gets what it demands.
All of these
pictures were produced by independent companies who loathe to follow the
factory cut-and-dried methods perfected by the picture trusts.
The various stars
and directors who have fought and dared to produce films of real merit
are keeping faith with you in spite of the handicaps they face. They
are courageously battling the interests that are monopolizing not only
the production but the exhibition of motion pictures. They deserve
your unqualified support. The only hope for the future of the moving
picture lies with them. Support them and you will enjoy pictures
made by conscientious producers, from real stories, pictures in which the
artists have an opportunity to give you the best they have.
Under the present
system the actor is treated like a factory hand--is driven helter-skelter
through a picture by a director who is afraid of the slave-driving studio
manager who, in turn is spurred to increased production by producers.
And these producers have but a single motive--profit.
Such producers
established themselves by imitating, in a superficial and insincere way,
the artistic productions of D. W. Griffith, Mary Pickford and others by
cashing in on their creative genius.
Then they were
merely parasites. Now they are infinitely worse. Instead of
merely imitating, they are attempting to crush the conscientious producer.
And their method of crushing is efficient--as is every other business scheme
they have worked out.
The blade with
which they are trying to knife the producer of aritistic pictures cuts
two ways. First it hamstrings him and then it cuts off his lines
of distribution. Process No. 1 is to discredit the stars that work
with him and at the same time reduce to a minimum the value of the production
on which he is working.
The most efficient
way to discredit stars is to make them common--to belittle their work;
to prevent them from expressing their own interpretation of art; to compel
them to perform poorly.
Name over to
yourself a dozen of your favorite stars. When you think of moving
picture stars you think of them. Now suppose that eight of that dozen
were hired by powerful syndicates and put to work on cheap pictures.
Suppose that the pictures they made were weak and their work was unconvincing.
Suppose each
of them made four pictures, or even six or ten pictures, to every picture
one of the other four made. In other words, suppose that of every
ten pictures featuring your favorite stars nine were weak and and the stars'
work most disappointing. Wouldn't you begin to feel that, after all,
it was not the star but the picture that counted?
And the method
of discrediting real artistic feature pictures is as simple. D. W.
Griffith produces a marvelous spectacle--the work of countless months of
time and the genius of true artists. It impresses you mightily.
You must see the next spectacle of that kind when it is released.
So the "industrial"
producers figure. Before D. W. Griffith can produce another masterpiece
they flood the theatres with dozens of cheap imitations, each heralded
as the peer of Griffith's best work. So grossly are they misrepresented,
so flagrantly are they mis-advertised and so miserably do they fall below
your expectations that you naturally "swear off" spectacles for the rest
of your life.
"Who suffers?
The conscientious producer. No matter how good it may be, his next
production is almost guaranteed a failure, now.
Meanwhile the
imitator flits to the next artistic production and proceeds to copy it,
cheaply. In doing so he shackles a star to a weak part and then rushes
him through the picture, thus killing two birds with one stone. For
the public feels it has been hoodwinked by stars and features.
As real stars
and real productions are all the independent producer with the conscience
has to offer, he suffers once again. Do you wonder then, that a moving-picture
actor whose hope for the future lies in his work of today repudiates an
unfair contract rather than be a party to the ruination of good pictures?
That is why I
have refused to work for picture butchers at $7,000 a week on cut-and-dried
program features, and have offered to return to work for twelve hundred
and fifty dollars a week if a competent, conscientious director directs
my work in worth-while features.
The trusts method
of curtailing the independent producer's distribution is also very efficient.
This is accomplished through its distributing mediums. Again we find
its methods twofold. They sell complete programs, a trick by which
the small exhibitor must show a whole year of their pictures in order to
get any at all--and then he must take the whole program, just as it is
turned out of the mills. The other method is to secure interest or
ownership in theatres and permit them to show only trust pictures.
So it is not
always the fault of the exhibitor who runs the theatre you patronize if
the ordinary program pictures you see day in and day out are not up to
your expectations. He is not to blame any more than is the artist
who appears in the picture you take exception to. The poor exhibitor,
in order to secure a few good pictures with real box-office value, is forced
to sign the trust's entire output for the year. And so he must contract
to rent eighty-two or more pictures, though he knows full well that some
will be so impossible he will have to refrain from showing them and simply
pocket his loss.
That is what
is the matter with the movies--and that is why the American public spent
only one half as much on pictures last year as they did the year before.
And that is why they will spend even less next year, if something is not
done to remedy the situation.
The American
public wants good pictures and is entitled to them. The conscientious
producers want to produce good pictures and should be supported in doing
it. The real artist-actor wants to give you the best there is in
him. In order to do this he must be allowed to act in high-grade
pictures and take sufficient time to make them.
Art is the only
weapon with which the conscientious producer and the artist, or star, can
fight the commercialism of the trust producers. Naturally the trust
wants to discredit art and lower the public's idea of what the standard
of pictures should be. The lower the standards, the cheaper the pictures
can be made; the lower the overhead, the more the profit.
Now you can understand
why Rudolph Valentino is not making pictures. The merciless cutting
of "Blood and Sand" threw me into grave doubts. My experience in
"The Young Rajah" verified my fears. I realized that I was not going
to be permitted to act in real pictures or give the necessary time and
study to my work.
Art? What
did that mean to the commercial producers. They wanted film--thousands
of feet of film. And they wanted it quickly. The quicker the
film was made the less the overhead, and the sooner the release.
So we hurried
through. Night after night we worked--sometimes until daylight.
We actually finished the picture August 10, at three in the morning.
Apparently those producers were convinced that midnight oil is conducive
to genius.
I'm not going
to hurry through any more pictures, and I'm not going to be cast to parts
that are unworthy of a novice or a worn-out ham. Other movie actors
have taken this stand. Some have fallen by the way. Some have
emerged victorious--Mary Pickford, Douglas Fairbanks, Charlie Chaplin,
the Talmadge girls, and now comes Harold Lloyd.
Forget Valentino
and his little squabble--but keep your eyes on the independent producers
and on these stars. Compare their productions with those of trust-controlled
producers. Remember that your money is the deciding vote whether
the independent producer prospers and gives you real pictures or whether
the trust monopolizes the whole industry and feeds you what profits it
best. You are to be the judge. I know what your verdict will
be.
I have been asked
why the producers so mercilessly hacked "Blood and Sand." When the
film was completed it went to the business office. It was measured.
It was too long--the most heinous offense known to the trust--a full six
hundred feet too long. Its extra length meant a little less profit.
So to the butchering rooms it went.
Of course certain
parts of it could be re-acted and condensed and thus keep the continuity
clear. But that meant more time, more money and less profit.
So clip, clip,
clip. And the very heart of the film was cut out. How much
that saved, I do not know, but it saved money. What if the public
was a little confused and disappointed here and there? The picture
would get by. Everybody knew it was good. Why quibble about
a scene or two? As a matter of fact the picture was a lot stronger
than it needed to be. And making pictures too good was simply piling
up trouble for the future. It was spoiling the public. The
better you give them the better they want. The thing to do was to
standardize picture quality. Then they wouldn't always be demanding
the world and all for the price of one admission.
With that philosophy
in mind they made "The Young Rajah"--and I quit.
Maybe I'm temperamental
because I refuse to caper through rot on the strength of what reputaion
I may have earned. But this I know--the "Rajah" picture was the first
step down. After that the descent would have been steady--and not
so slow, either.
Maybe it is unbusinesslike
to repudiate a contract that involves you in producing films in which you
cannot possibly give the public what it is paying for, and in a process
of cheapening that would mark one as a puppet rather than as an actor.
If it is, then I'm unbusinesslike.
It just happens
that I have ideals--and hopes. I am sorry I ever acted in "The Young
Rajah." I will never act in another picture like it.
The public wants
art in pictures and I believe I can put it there. Doug and Mary and
Charlie and
D. W. have done it and I'm going
to try.