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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

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