The Crypt, the Haunted House, of Cinema (original) (raw)

If you only knew how strange it is to be there. It is a world without sound, without c o l o u r. Everything there-the earth, the trees, the people, the water and the air-is dipped in monotonous gre y. Grey rays of the sun across the grey sky, grey eyes in gre y faces, and the leaves of the trees are ashen gre y. It is not life but its shadow, it is not motion but its soundless spectre. H e re I shall try to explain myself, lest I be suspected of madness or indulgence in symbolism. I was at Aumont's and saw Lumière 's cinématograph-moving photography.