By Elia Kazan
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I have in mind the make-up artist’s efforts to straighten out my nostril and shorten it via shadowing its finish. The hair division attempted to rearrange my hair so I wouldn’t glance so Anatolian. not anything helped. I nonetheless “registered” as a person simply off the boat—steerage. One examine the try and that i knew I had no destiny, no longer as an actor, in Hollywood. I’d higher be difficult with myself, i presumed, and face the evidence. i made a decision to return east and paintings in radio, the place they couldn’t see me. I’d had loving letters from Molly, with tiny drawings of our little daughter within the margins. That used to be the place I belonged. Then it seemed that Clifford had certainly talked to Lewis Milestone approximately me. i used to be approximately to have six of the happiest weeks of my existence. Milly had engaged Clifford to put in writing a screenplay to be referred to as The River Is crimson, a love tale set opposed to the heritage of the Spanish Civil battle. the object then was once to discover new backgrounds for tried-and-true tales. At my first assembly with Milestone, I advised him that what i wished so much was once to be a movie director, considering I knew I had no destiny as an actor. Milly didn’t contest that, and another way spoke back generously, asserting that he was once creating a capturing script out of the dramatic fabric Clifford used to be supplying him, and if i used to be , i may paintings with him as a secretary-assistant. it might be my education. “I can type,” I acknowledged, jumping on the provide. “No pay? It doesn’t topic. ” So after reporting at Wanger’s each morning and being instructed there has been not anything for me to do other than stand by means of, I’d hurry to Milly’s white colonial domestic in Beverly Hills, cost as much as the examine, the place he used to be watching for me in his bathrobe, and remain there till midafternoon. It was once a beginner’s path in directing. Milly had acknowledged to Clifford, “Write this simply as though you have been doing a play. go away the remainder to me. ” Clifford had performed precisely that. Now, shot through shot, at Milly’s guide, I typed brief, numbered paragraphs, the pictures, substituting pictures and outlines of motion for Clifford’s overload of phrases. i used to be studying quickly. “Don’t describe it. exhibit it happening,” Milly might say. I additionally saw that what he cherished to do used to be heart every one scene round an important item, one who he put within the foreground of the shot, just about the digicam. The motion that consisted of the folks within the scene relocating towards this item into close-ups. Milly, to my shock, considered his movie as a sequence of lengthy scenes, similar to degree scenes. the place was once Eisenstein’s montage of brief, speedy cuts? I questioned. Milly had pop out of Russia too. He additionally attempted to deliver every one scene to a climax of that means or a plot flip that will lead directly to the following scene—again just like the level. It was once this event, staring at Milly make his taking pictures script and staring at how diverse it used to be from the screenplay Clifford was once writing, that gave me the idea—which offends individuals of the reveal Writers Guild—that the director is the real writer of the taking pictures script. Milly—and I—made his screenplay, no longer Clifford. however it was once no longer inventive work—no ardour spent, no new insights, surprises, or ironies.