Scarcely had we taken our seats when the room was plunged into darkness. A terrifying machine shot out a fearsome beam of light piercing the obscurity, and a series of incomprehensible pictures appeared on the screen, accompanied by the sound of a piano at one end at at the other end a sort of hammering that came from the machine. I yelled in my usual fashion and had to be taken out [...] Gabrielle was sorry we had not stayed. The film was about a big river and she thought that in the corner of the screen she had glimpsed a crocodile.


Renoir, J. 1974. (trans. N. Denny) My Life and My Films. New York: Atheneum. p.18