chapter  2
Ideology and Popular Culture in Soviet Cinema: The Kiss of Mary Pickford
ByRichard Taylor
Pages 24

Yesterday I was in the Kingdom of the Shadows. If only you knew how strange it is to be there. There,

everything-the earth, the trees, the people, the water, the air-is tinted in the single tone of gray: in a gray sky there are gray rays of sunlight; in gray faces gray eyes, and the leaves of the trees are gray like ashes. This is not life, but the shadow of life and this is not movement but the soundless shadow of movement.