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(Rob Compton @ Jan 25 2006, 07:53 AM)
Thanks, penfold. Definitely seems to be a role for the BFI here, in my view.
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Rob
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Oh they have been trying - or at least some within the bfi have been trying - to raise the profile for British Silents for years. Hence the British Silent Weekend at Nottingham, created by three women , one from Nottingham's Broadway, plus her sister, and a bfi curator - in their spare time. It's been going for seven or eight years, is semi-academic, featuring many film screenings with great live accompaniment, papers from the top people in their field, and has published the collected papers, mostly annually. It exists, funding-wise, hand to mouth, but it achieves remarkable work. Amongst the books inspired by it, are Christine Gledhill's seminal account of British silent film, Michael Williams' book on the films of Ivor Novello, and Matthew Sweet's Shepperton Babylon
There was a tremendous season - curated by the same lady at the bfi - in 2004 at the NFT; two months of the best British films of the twenties; headlined by a sell-out performance of the restored Piccadilly at The Barbican, the DVD release followed soon after. On the back of this season, one of the strands of the internationally important Pordenone Silent festival was devoted to Asquith and some of his contemporaries; it was a triumph, and as a result of this exposure, the films were played in the States for the first time since the twenties, if indeed, ever.
Hitchcock's silents - previously the only ones to receive much attention - were released on VHS by the bfi some time ago; the powers that be have been less than keen to repeat that move due to low sales, even by niche standards. However, Piccadilly, with a few reservations, is a fine DVD presentation and heartily recommended if you haven't seen too much silent film. (The ending , in the courtroom is clunkily handled by the director, and the tinting is heavy handed - just turn the colour down) - but the cinematography is stunning, the performances (especially Anna May Wong - spellbinding) are great and the designs brilliant - by Alfred Junge, better known now for his contribution to the Powell and Pressburger films
of the forties. The sequence where Shosho (Wong) makes her nightclub debut will have your jaw on the floor; one of the greatest sequences in film history; any time, anywhere.