Still somewhat sceptical
The director, in my own humble opinion, is the god upon whose altar the moving picture actor should lay his wreaths of verbal laurels.
I do not known how bad I might have been for example, had I not had the advantage of the wonderful experience of having Mme. Alice Blaché as my directress.
I am jealous of a drama as an art, so I personally dislike the pseudo drama of the photograplay. Still it cannot be denied that it brought a cheap and clean form of amusement within reach of the tired working girl, not to mention the tired business man.
Perhaps, moving pictures, like olives and Ibsen are an acquired taste. Possibly some day I shall find myself in the middle of the sixth row shrieking in hysterics at the elevation of Mr. Charlie Chaplin’s lelf eyebrow, or applauding the skin from my palms over Mr. Francis X. Bushan’s heroic struggles.
Olga Petrova 1915
