Journal of Film Preservation N° 60/61 - FIAF
Journal of Film Preservation N° 60/61 - FIAF
Journal of Film Preservation N° 60/61 - FIAF
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James Card<br />
James Card falleció el 15 de enero de este<br />
año, en un hospital en Syracuse. Fue a la<br />
vez uno de los talentosos salvadores del cine<br />
de los primeros tiempos (junto con Iris<br />
Barry, William K. Everson, Ernest Lindgren,<br />
Jacques Ledoux, Henri Langlois y Vladimir<br />
Pogacic), y un hombre que vivió<br />
intensamente su vida. Fue él quien resucitó<br />
la leyenda de Louise Brooks, luego de su<br />
encuentro con ella en New York en 1955.<br />
Card fundó el Motion Picture Department at<br />
George Eastman House en 1949, y a partir<br />
de ese momento se valorizaron numerosos<br />
tesoros y talentos del cine mudo en la<br />
pantalla. En 1972, con Tom Luddy, Card<br />
tuvo la idea de crear un festival al que el<br />
sólo llegar ya constituía una hazaña mayor:<br />
Telluride. Card se retiró discretamente<br />
cuando el festival se popularizó.<br />
Card había forjado su universo en 1955,<br />
cuando creó el premio George Eastman, con<br />
el que distinguió a genios como Mary<br />
Pickford, Charlie Chaplin, John Ford, King<br />
Vidor y Frank Borzage. Este premio se sigue<br />
otorgando cada dos años. Lo recibió Meryl<br />
Streep en 1999.<br />
El único libro publicado de Card, Seductive<br />
Cinema (1994), debía ser una historia del<br />
cine mudo y terminó siendo una suerte de<br />
autobiografía. Las auténticas memorias de<br />
James Card, empero, se encuentran en las<br />
imágenes de las películas que ayudó a<br />
rescatar, en sus mapas viales anotados de<br />
Colorado, en su epistolario con Louise<br />
Brooks. Algunas cartas de la actriz aún se<br />
conservan bajo sellado en cajas de archivos<br />
de la George Eastman House. Louise había<br />
pedido que estas cajas no se abrieran antes<br />
del 2006.<br />
and distributed to a select group <strong>of</strong> friends. I was honored and, at the<br />
same time, a bit worried at having become part <strong>of</strong> that circle. Card<br />
greeted me by the front door <strong>of</strong> his house in some sort <strong>of</strong> fox hunt<br />
attire, wearing riding boots and carrying a whip in his right hand.<br />
This he wielded with all the theatrical presence <strong>of</strong> Von Stroheim at<br />
his teutonic best . With the same display <strong>of</strong> understated yet evident<br />
authority, he let me in with the implication that my presence there<br />
was a privilege I ought to acknowledge. My concern grew further<br />
when Card started asking me questions about the silent films I had<br />
seen. Clearly, he was testing me. I must have given the right answers,<br />
because within half an hour his dictatorial allure melted into an<br />
attitude <strong>of</strong> sheer complicity. He explained that the collection he had<br />
put together at the George Eastman House was his own answer to the<br />
politique des auteurs developed by Iris Barry at the Museum <strong>of</strong><br />
Modern Art in New York. “Griffith didn’t invent anything”, he would<br />
argue, “but MoMA is committed to some sort <strong>of</strong> cult <strong>of</strong> the<br />
personality. But you know, there wasn’t only Griffith. There were<br />
Ince, Tourneur, Collins. There were all the pioneers <strong>of</strong> Pathé, Edison,<br />
Gaumont. Have you seen the Messter Alabastra shorts I found?<br />
They’re at the Museum, you know. Without all these people, Griffith<br />
would not have existed as a director.”<br />
That’s true, Griffith isn’t the whole history <strong>of</strong> silent cinema. Saying<br />
this today is common sense. Suggesting it in 1950, when the vast<br />
majority <strong>of</strong> people could not undersand what was the point <strong>of</strong><br />
rummaging through basements in order to retrieve pieces <strong>of</strong> rotten<br />
celluloid, was an act <strong>of</strong> cultural guerrilla warfare. The collection <strong>of</strong><br />
silent films deposited at George Eastman House is certainly not the<br />
only demonstration that he was right, but it probably was the first to<br />
provide direct evidence <strong>of</strong> this point. The fact that such a message<br />
was delivered by a man who loved women, wine and vintage<br />
automobiles is far from being a paradox. The only book ever<br />
published by Card, Seductive Cinema (1994), begins with the<br />
following words <strong>of</strong> advice: “You will look in vain for a section <strong>of</strong><br />
notes <strong>of</strong> the sort that try to validate every statement the author makes<br />
throughout the text. Have faith. This writer was there”. His book was<br />
meant to be a history <strong>of</strong> silent cinema, but it became in fact an<br />
autobiography. Still, the real memoirs <strong>of</strong> James Card are buried in the<br />
images <strong>of</strong> the films he helped save, in the roadmaps <strong>of</strong> Colorado, in<br />
the letters to Louise Brooks. Some <strong>of</strong> her replies are still kept in a<br />
sealed box in the George Eastman House archives. Louise had asked<br />
that the seal should not be broken until 2006.<br />
70 <strong>Journal</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Film</strong> <strong>Preservation</strong> / <strong>60</strong>/<strong>61</strong> / 2000