The other thing about shouting the title cards was it gave the audience permission to shout back. It’s a nifty idea to base a story around such an unexpected profession. The “shouters” had to be loud enough so that the words were heard above the accompanying piano music and the constant talking from the audience. One doesn’t normally see short stories about the Silent Film era, let alone about the “shouters” who had to loudly read the screen cards for those who weren’t able to read the words themselves. Mainly, I wanted to say that I briefly knew magic, real magic if small, and just once I got to use it to do a small, real, good thing in the world. It's hollywood magic(al realism), as pinsker backstories-with-fiction the apparently factual silent movie-era story about the time that little-steven-prototype douglas fairbanksĪccidentally shot a furrier with a two-foot-long arrow whilst goofin'-with-weaponry on the roof of the ritz-carlton in 1922.Ī short, engaging story about unacknowledged creative contributions and unsung heroism, recounted by a refreshingly modest narrator just trying to make things better making movies better, saving a life-just another day in hollywood. Myself, I’ve forgotten more than I remember. I met the writers of many of them over the years, and even they didn’t seem to realize a change had been made. You know some of my lines, even if you don’t know they’re mine, and other than those I’ve admitted to here, you don’t know which they are. Some of the films are gone now, disintegrated or burned, lost to time.
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