Kindling
The Golden Chance
The first two Cecil B. DeMille films I've had the opportunity to see both sucked. There's no doubt the man in charge possessed great craft (well-designed sets, effective framing), but the stories were so dull more than one fellow audience member fell asleep. I'm no expert on movies from this period (1915), but I've seen enough Griffith, Feuillade, and early German expressionist films to know that the medium was not confined to such primitive narrative as this. Even though these minor works weren't billed as anything more, I couldn't help being a little disappointed. Ben Model's live piano accompaniment was a plus.
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