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ous, above all,
it is unconscious. Also, in reality both what is to come and what has just been
left are
there
simultaneously; there is no edge to our attention. In a panning-shot what is to
come is unknown,
what is left
behind is decisively gone. As with cutting, so with camera movements - in the
cinema there is
constant
'material creation and annihilation of space and what it contains’.
Again, camera
movement gives rise to transference effects. We have already discussed these in
connection with
tracking-shots. They can be present just as strongly in panning-shots. To
someone
watching a
vertical panning-shot of a building from the ground floor to the roof, it may
seem as if the
building is
sinking into the earth, while a lateral panning-shot may make it seem as if the
landscape for
some mysterious
reason is moving in the opposite direction. In everyday life when we turn our
head so
that the
landscape moves, the muscular and the visual sensations form a habitual total
experience to
which we are
accustomed, and we know by experience what is happening. In the cinema we miss
the
feeling of
muscular movement - we know we have not turned our head and, therefore,
the movement
must be
elsewhere. By going repeatedly to the cinema, viewers become accustomed to
making that
automatic
distinction between the space world which the characters of the film inhabit
(the screen) and
the space world
they are sitting in (the auditorium), but an unsophisticated spectator has the
feeling that
he is in the
same world as that which appears on the screen.
To illustrate
the strength of visual habits it is worth mentioning a fairground illusion
called 'The
Crazy Cottage'
which depends on transference. It consists of a small lightly-constructed room,
fixed to
revolve round a
pole which runs horizontally through it. There is a bench fixed along the pole
on which a
dozen people can
sit. To all appearances the room is furnished normally but everything (carpet,
table,
vase, flowers,
plates, cup, books, pictures, etc.) is invisibly fastened or stuck down. When
the people
have been seated
on the bench and, to complete the illusion, strapped in, the box of a room is
rocked
by machinery.
For the people on the bench, habituated all their life to the stability of the
rooms they live
in, there is
complete transference of movement. It is they on the bench who seem to move, and
they lean
this way and
that to maintain an imaginary balance, cling to the bench and to each other, and
scream
with fear and
excitement. In the climax the room is turned completely upside down, and the
people feel
as if they are
hanging, heads down, from the ceiling.
In the cinema,
transference can occur, even for those used to watching films, when the
movement of the
camera is an unusual one. In the early part of The Ghost that Never
Returns, made
by the Russian
director, Abram Room, we see repeated shots of a block of prison cells
photographed
quite normally
from in front. Then, when a riot occurs in the prison, we are shown the same
block
beginning to
tilt sideways several times, and nearly falling over. We know that it is really
the camera
which is being
moved, but it looks as if the building is being pushed over and upset, as it
were, by the
riot inside. The
same effect is obtained by a swirling movement of the camera to express fainting
or
vertigo. In
Michael Cacoyannis's Electra, there is a particularly effective shot of
Irene Papas who, in a
great wave of
grief, falls on the grave ft her father, Agamemnon. At the same time she utters
a great
moaning cry, the
camera makes a sweeping movement, and the whole earth seems to reel. Again, we
have instances
of a defect in the cinema's rendering of reality being turned to artistic
advantage.
Another
departure from reality is that in tracking-shots, especially forward
tracking-shots, which
are often
elevated above the ground, there is a strange sense of dream-like power. The
camera can be
moved in ways
which are denied us in real life. There are vertical tracking-shots up the face
of a building
(in Renoir's
La Chienne), or cliff. There is the opening of Wilder's The Lost
Weekend, when the