Action Film is impersonal and unsympathetic even if it has no scratching pins.  Because it is cold-blooded it must take extra pains to be tactful.  Cold-blooded means that the hero as we see him on the screen is a variety of amiable or violent ghost.  Nothing makes his lack of human charm plainer than when we as audience enter the theatre at the middle of what purports to be the most passionate of scenes when the goal of the chase is unknown to us and the alleged “situation” appeals on its magnetic merits.  Here is neither the psychic telepathy of Forbes Robertson’s Caesar, nor the fire-breath of E.H.  Sothern’s Don Quixote.  The audience is not worked up into the deadly still mob-unity of the speaking theatre.  We late comers wait for the whole reel to start over and the goal to be indicated in the preliminary, before we can get the least bit wrought up.  The prize may be a lady’s heart, the restoration of a lost reputation, or the ownership of the patent for a churn.  In the more effective Action Plays it is often what would be secondary on the stage, the recovery of a certain glove, spade, bull-calf, or rock-quarry.  And to begin, we are shown a clean-cut picture of said glove, spade, bull-calf, or rock-quarry.  Then when these disappear from ownership or sight, the suspense continues till they are again visible on the screen in the hands of the rightful owner.

In brief, the actors hurry through what would be tremendous passions on the stage to recover something that can be really photographed.  For instance, there came to our town long ago a film of a fight between Federals and Confederates, with the loss of many lives, all for the recapture of a steam-engine that took on more personality in the end than private or general on either side, alive or dead.  It was based on the history of the very engine photographed, or else that engine was given in replica.  The old locomotive was full of character and humor amidst the tragedy, leaking steam at every orifice.  The original is in one of the Southern Civil War museums.  This engine in its capacity as a principal actor is going to be referred to more than several times in this work.

The highest type of Action Picture gives us neither the quality of Macbeth or Henry Fifth, the Comedy of Errors, or the Taming of the Shrew.  It gives us rather that fine and special quality that was in the ink-bottle of Robert Louis Stevenson, that brought about the limitations and the nobility of the stories of Kidnapped, Treasure Island, and the New Arabian Nights.

This discussion will be resumed on another plane in the eighth chapter:  Sculpture-in-Motion.

Having read thus far, why not close the book and go round the corner to a photoplay theatre?  Give the preference to the cheapest one. The Action Picture will be inevitable.  Since this chapter was written, Charlie Chaplin and Douglas Fairbanks have given complete department store examples of the method, especially Chaplin in the brilliantly constructed Shoulder Arms, and Fairbanks in his one great piece of acting, in The Three Musketeers.