Deconstructing Cliffhanger

[Several times I had to type, copy and paste the following information because Mormon computer gremlins kept deleting it!  cc all Mormon barristers!!]

[man or woman on a snowboard falling off a cliff] (Image that appeared on my computer when I turned my computer on, September 12, 2017)

[snowboarder in the stick person that’s supposed to represent me, so, looks like I’m the snowboarder falling off a cliff] (My computer, September 12, 2017.  For the Record.  As of approximately two weeks ago Mormon computer gremlins now display scenic images when I turn my computer on.  The first scenic image was an image of Machu Picchu. I was so stunned, I did not think to take a picture.  cc all Mormon barristers)

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(Market Watch, September 13, 2017,


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(Market Watch, September 14, 2017, )


September 14, 2017.  About Me.  When I lived in Fort Lee, New Jersey, I think I had read, years earlier, about a silent film called Perils of Pauline, but when I lived in Fort Lee I had no idea the film was filmed in Fort Lee.  Several years ago another website with information about the history of Fort Lee (actually the history of Palisades Amusement Park) had a picture of the actress (Pearl White?) hanging from a cliff.  Tomorrow I’ll try to find the website and the picture.

Pearl White on “Cliffhanger Point,” Pathé Studio publicity shot for 1918’s House of Hate. Image courtesy of the Fort Lee Film Commission.
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Cliffhanger Point, 2012. Photo: Anthony Taranto.Image 2 of 4
Pathé Studio publicity shot for 1918’s House of Hate: Pearl White is driving her bright yellow Stutz Bearcat home to Long Island. The shot was taken on Hudson Terrace near “Cliffhanger Point.” Image courtesy of the Fort Lee Film Commission.Image 3 of 4
Same spot on Hudson Terrace where Pathe Studio publicity shot for 1918’s House of Hate was taken showing Pearl White in her Stutz Bearcat. Photo: Anthony Taranto.Image 4 of 4

Three men and a woman are clustered on a bleak cliff edge, a big hand-cranked camera ready to roll. For local history buffs, the black-and-white image has become iconic: silent movie-making on the Palisades, before southern California and its sunshine lured the fledgling industry away. (The swashbuckling nature of early filmmaking comes across in how the camera is tethered to a heavy rope — but not the cameraman…) It’s easy to forget that the icon was also a moment captured in time, that these were four people — young people — at a specific moment in their lives.

The cameraman is Arthur Miller (not that Arthur Miller!) from Roslyn, on the north shore of Long Island. He’s twenty-one and already a veteran, thirteen when he started out as an assistant cameraman. He’s filmed newsreels, features, serials — including Pauline. (Decades from now he’ll write a memoir about being a kid when the movies began, how they took the ferry across the Hudson from the city, the trolley through the woods and up the Palisades to a dirt-road town called Fort Lee. How it “never occurred to any of us that this small rural town would soon become the movie capital of the world, years before Hollywood, California, gained that title.”) As he gets set to roll, his heels are practically over the edge of the cliff.

The man lying there in the suit jacket, seemingly relaxed, smiling, his right shoulder and arm off in space, is George Seitz. He’s thirty years old, from Boston. He’s the directorHe started out as a writer, three years ago helping to pen the epic yarn that propelled the serial format into a worldwide phenomenon: The Perils of Pauline, all twenty chapters, took theaters by storm in 1914. (It’s said that even the Czar of Russia was a fan.) Now Pathé, the Jersey City-based French company that produced Pauline, can’t seem to crank out the next serial soon enough. Or the next.

Holding onto George’s jacket is Antonio Moreno, also around thirty. He came to this country from Spain when he was fourteen. He’s making his name in the movies (as will Valentino) as the “Latin lover.” And this could be his biggest break yet: he’s starring with Pauline herself.

Under her trademark blond wig and the heavy eye makeup all actresses wear on screen, Pearl White (her real name) sits on the rocks wrapped in a heavy overcoat as they set up the shot. A farm girl from Missouri (the rest of her studio biography may be full of malarkey), she came East in 1910 to try her hand at the movies, in short films by production companies in New York, in Jersey, Connecticut, Pennsylvania — until lightning struck. By the end of 1914, Pathé had already released a fourteen-chapter follow-up to Pauline, The Exploits of Elaine. In 1915 came The New Exploits of Elaine (ten chapters) and The Romance of Elaine (twelve). 1916 saw The Iron Claw and Pearl of the Army — the Great War rages on in Europe — and 1917 brought Mayblossom and The Fatal Ring. For spring 1918 they are working on The House of Hate. She and Antonio are about to skitter down a rope over the ledge (you can see the rope slinking underneath her coat in the photo) as villains hurtle rocks and bullets after them. It’s old hat: as Pauline she dangled from a balloon, fought her way out of burning buildings, outran tumbling boulders, leaped into and out of automobiles and boats and trains and aeroplanes. All in a day’s work — and all Pearl, no stunt doubles. She is as much an athlete as an actress (and, in Miller’s memoir, a fun person to have worked with, no prima donna off camera). She’s become a wealthy woman, too. She drives a bright yellow Stutz home to a seventeen-acre estate on Long Island. Still, grinding out a chapter every two weeks has taken its toll: some bad twists and sprains, a broken collarbone. Pearl White is twenty-eight years old when the shutter in the publicist’s camera clicks in front of that rocky ledge along the Palisades, in the Coytesville section of Fort Lee.

Her contract with Pathé will be up in a year.

Pearl White will leave the United States to move to Paris. She’ll make a few more films and star in some live revues, but mostly she’ll pursue other interests. She’ll buy a hotel and casino, keep a stable of race horses. She’ll marry and divorce, then take up with a young Greek millionaire. They’ll keep a house in Cairo and travel the world — without her wig, she can enjoy some anonymity — coming to the United States three times to visit. (But not once in her life will Pearl White, the international movie star, set foot in California — or a little town called Hollywood.) Old injuries will lead her deeper into the dark of pain killers and alcohol. She dies at the American Hospital in Paris in 1938, forty-nine years old.

(Palisades [New Jersey] Interstate Park Commission, )


September 14, 2017.  About Me.  I don’t want to mention the fact that I read that Francois Letaconnoux, CEO of Leperc de Neuflize, is a board member of Pathe.  I am certain he and Michael Connelly think I’m a “nut job” hell-bent on harassing them.  I was employed at Leperc de Neuflize.  I was administrative assistant to Michael Connelly and Jim Griffin.  I have only good things to say about Leperc de Neuflize, Michael Connelly, Jim Griffin, and Francois Letaconnoux.  I hope and pray they’re not punished because I mention their names.