Sunday, September 28, 2025

Dorothy Arzner | Craig's Wife / 1936

house keeper

by Douglas Messerli

 

Mary C. McCall, Jr. (screenplay, based on the stage play by George Kelly), Dorothy Arzner (director) Craig's Wife / 1936

 

Winner of the 1926 Pulitzer Prize for drama, Craig’s Wife was seen in its day as a “woman’s drama,” beloved by the female sex who made it a Broadway hit. Today such a truly nasty look at domineering and self-enchanted woman, Harriet Craig (Rosalind Russell) seems an unlikely work for that moniker and, beyond that, a very odd choice to win such a dramatic prize. True, it is a well-made play in which everything is laid carefully out and comes together with firm significance within the 24-hours in which it is supposed to take place.

      But Kelly was never a brilliant mind, and despite some clever dialogue expressed, in particular, by Harriet, and plum roles for character actors—in the film version, Jane Darnel as the head servant Mrs. Harold, Billie Burke as the next door neighbor Mrs. Frazier, and Alma Kruger as Walter Craig’s aunt Ellen Austen, to say nothing of the male roles of Walter (John Boles) and his nervous, unloved friend Fergus Passmore (Thomas Mitchell)—the play and screenplay creak along in its attempt to empty the house before the end of the play.

       The housekeeper in this case is neither the head servant nor the maid Mazie (Nydia Westman), but Harriet Craig herself, who has married not for love but for the security of just such a house that she has created, down to its every piece of cold furniture and bric-a-brac of interior decoration—designed by former gay MGM movie star William Haines, drummed out of his acting career for choosing his gay lover over a studio-arranged marriage. Harriet even admits to her niece, Ethel (Dorothy Wilson) that she has chosen to marry in order to cherish and hold forever just such a mansion as opposed to the empty world her mother inherited when her husband, Harriet’s father, left for another woman.


     We also discover through George’s aunt’s observations, that in the two years of her marriage to George she has managed to exclude the entire world from her protected domicile, including all of his old friends. Even the next door neighbor who brings roses and other flowers from her garden as a friendly gesture, is made to feel unwelcome.

      George’s smoking is prohibited. His nights out with his old poker friends severely disapproved of. Visitors are not permitted, unless at Harriet’s request.

      Despite all of this George, entirely ignorant somehow of her maneuvers, is still terribly in love with the woman he married, peacefully manipulated into a limited behavior that he is not even aware of.

      In the first few moments of this play, the house is happily empty of its jealous keeper, as Harriet has traveled to Albany to look after his sickly sister. Convinced almost immediately that her sister is improving (by play’s end she dies), she convinces her distraught niece Ethel to join her for a few days stay, in the meantime trying to convince her that marrying for love—as Ethel is about to do with one of her young professors—is a rash mistake too many women make. In marrying, one must choose carefully a man who will provide you with your needs and desires only: and in her case that centers entirely around her house.

      With a night alone, George decides to join his friends for an evening of poker, something he hasn’t done for months. But at his friend Fergus’ place he encounters a heavily-drinking, angry man who all the others have stayed away from. Fergus, we soon recognize, is suffering over the dissatisfaction in their relationship felt by his wife, who has taken up with another man.


      By the time George has returned home Harriet is back from Albany, finding what she perceives as chaos, the neighbor lady visiting the aunt in her room, the maid chatting with her boyfriend in the kitchen, and her prized Greek vase having been ever-so-slightly moved! She sends the neighbor packing, fires the maid, and finding an envelope with Fergus Passmore’s telephone number on it, proceeds to call the telephone company to determine whose number it is, checking up on her missing husband’s whereabouts.

      His aunt, moreover, has determined to move out and, unknown to either Harriet or him, the police are investigating the phone call since soon after George left his troubled friend Fergus killed his returning wife and himself. The request for the dead man’s number brings the police to the sacred house, and with their entry the possibility of all that Harriet has built her house to protect herself from: curious neighbors, unwanted visitors, and scandal.

      Things are made even worse when Ethel’s anxious fiancée calls the house only to be told by Harriet that he cannot speak to his girlfriend.

       His Aunt Ellen’s warnings about Harriet set George’s mind to wondering, and by the end of the day he was recognized in Harriet’s terrified attempts to protect herself and her castle that love has nothing at all to do with it. As Ellen warns Harriet, the sustaining maxim that serves as the weak bridge between all events, "Those who live for themselves, are left to themselves."

      From that moment on, we know that by play’s end Harriet will witness the emptying of her house. The issue is simply how to you move everyone out of camera’s view before the curtain falls.


      The maid has already been fired. The door closed to the neighbor. Ellen is worried about not hearing from her fiancée and he is hurrying to her not having heard a reason why she is visiting the Craigs. George spends most of the rest of the play pondering over the events that unfold to reveal Harriet’s villainy, which we perceive will have to ultimately end with his walking out, particularly since not having told the police that it was she who called to check out the dead man’s number, it appears Harriet is perfectly happy to sacrifice him as well. The only surprise, in the end, is that the head servant Mrs. Harold has obviously been closer than we might have expected to George’s Aunt, suddenly appearing with the many other exiting characters and her luggage to report that she is joining Ellen on her travels around the world.

      In the original play she explains her leaving with Ellen almost as if she might simply be serving as a companion, not necessarily a lesbian friend. Although playwright John Kelly, one of the Philadelphia well-off Kellys, uncle to Grace, later Princess of Monaco, was homosexual, living with his companion William Eldon Weagley for 55 years, Kelly was so highly closeted that most family members thought Weagley was his valet, and failed to even invite him to Kelly’s funeral. He snuck in at the last moment and sat in the last row of the Bryn Mawr chapel.

     Film director Arzner, although closeted from public scrutiny, was far more open, and was having an affair at the time with actress Billie Burke. Accordingly, the Mrs. Harold of the film makes no attempt at all to explain how she has come to announce her leaving with Ellen Austen. You can reach us at the Ritz Hotel is all she says, suggesting that this might be the moment she’s been long waiting for. No house for either of them, just the loving relationship which Harriet has never been able to experience.


     So the house empties. Harriet Craig breaks into tears and sits alone in her beautiful and pristine parlor with the keys to happiness sitting on her glass coffee table, returned by all of those who once co-habited the house.

     Russell and the others make this film an absolute delight to watch. But such a villainous housekeeper is somewhat hard to imagine. And surely such a portrait is fairly misogynistic. Can any woman love a house more than the man with whom she built it?

       But then I thought of my mother, who had lived for her house, as well, for most of her life, even if she always claimed to love my father. Even as he was dying and could longer walk, when we suggested a wheelchair for him, she refused the idea out of hand: it might make tracks in her carefully polished wooden halls. Hospice nurses coming in and out of her carefully kept rooms made her nervous, so at first she refused their service. As children we were never welcomed in our own living room where everything had a place which we were likely to forget and move it away from its perfect location. Moreover, we might dirty the carpet.


     The first thing that George does when he realizes the truth is to throw his wife’s sacred vase to the floor, shattering it into pieces. And we realize at that very moment that even after she is left alone Harriet will most certainly run out to purchase a replacement. In the meantime, we watch her turn the two surrounding ornaments in toward the spot upon which it once stood, just for balance. (That, my friends, is brilliant directing!) This film provided a new definition for the word housekeeper, something which most of the females in the audience had never wanted to be, and perhaps helps to explain why women so loved this play and movie.

 

Los Angeles, October 10, 2022

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (October 2022).

 

Luis Fernando Midence | One on One / 2010

basketball, kisses, and a waltz

by Douglas Messerli

 

Luis Fernando Midence (screenwriter and director) One on One / 2010 [10 minutes]

 

We’ve seen this happen in so many short queer films before. Two gay men who truly love one another, yet one of them being averse to displaying that love through kisses and touches in public. It used to be a product of the generation in which you grew up. Howard and I, both were born in the late 1940s, were from a generation of gay males who having just escaped the closeted worlds of a few years previous, came of age when it was still sometimes necessary or at least advisory to not challenge the many homophobes who still dominated the society at large. My husband Howard, for example, was far more cautious in public expression that was I, although there is only a few months difference in our ages (I am the younger). But I had determined to break from of conventions while he was simply somewhat more conventional in his thinking.

    In the case of the two figures in Luis Fernando Midence’s short film, One on One, for Alex and Trevor (Braulio Cruz-Ortiz and Timothy P. Brown) it’s an issue of macho defined by Trevor’s emphasis on the sports world, his game being basketball, and perhaps the fact that the black community is not quite as open to queer life as are some members of the Hispanic community.

    After a basketball scrimmage which they win, the others hurry off, while the exhausted Alex lays down on the court, his lover Trevor towering over, which before Trevor even knows it, leads to a kiss.


   A few moments later, they are arguing, Trevor accusing Alex of always wanting to make a civil rights issue over their relationship, while he just wants to play ball—obviously with the unstated qualifier that he doesn’t want his straight friends to know that he’s gay or least be reminded of it.

   By the time they reach the second floor of the gym, however, Alex has, at least, convinced him of providing him in the empty corridor with a manly hug.

   At the moment Trevor realizes that he doesn’t have his keys and calls over to Alex who has been drawn to a nearby open doorway where numerous couples are learning to waltz.

     As Trevor follows him to the door, the teacher (Shain Clark) greets them, Alex suddenly perceiving that perhaps the answer to Trevor’s fear of public display might be mitigated by sharing in a dance. But just like basketball is not really Alex’s game, so is dancing in a room with several other couples not something he’s good at, particularly when it represents an even bolder public expression than kissing on an empty basketball court.

     Trevor storms off, but when he still cannot find his keys, he is forced to return, and this time—far too easily, I might argue for a somewhat realist-based comedy—is convinced to join in, letting Alex lead, and finally, given the success of their efforts, even willing to award his partner with an open kiss, which the others have all stopped to watch.


   “Will you be joining us next week?” asks the teacher. When they unanimously respond “yes,” she holds out her hand, demanding payment of $10 each, reminding us, after all, that even expressing love in the US costs.

 

Los Angeles, September 26, 2025

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (September 2025).


Alejandro Moreno | Fuera de Juego (Offside) / 2021

two boys in the locker room before the big game

by Douglas Messerli

 

Alejandro Moreno (director) Fuera de Juego (Offside) / 2021 [6 minutes]


Another gay sports (soccer) story where the star player, or in this case, the captain of team (José, played by Marc Moreno) is gay, but given the homophobia of sports, is forced to keep it secret. You can understand why this set-up is so popular, combining as it does the best of sports with the thrill of homosexuality hidden just beneath.

    But it’s a balance, of course, which requires either another teammate or a new comer reveal the golden boy’s sexuality, force him to make a sexual decision, and still win the game.

    Unfortunately, Spanish director Alejandro Moreno’s short film from 2021 is completely off balance.

    The team desperately needs to win the game at the center of this film to prove its mettle, and it’s clear early on that in the new kicker, Óscar (Victor Emil) they have their man. Certainly that’s the way José sees it. But his teammates don’t like Óscar, suspecting he’s gay. We never discover why they suspect this, nor are given any indication that José may be closeted.

    Alone with him in the locker room earlier in the day before the game José simply asks “if he is,” leaving the vague blank for the audience to fill in, to which Óscar necessarily responds that he’s “not.” José answers that “then he’s not either.” Since nobody asked José or, at this point, even suspects that he is “blank,” we are more than a little confused, especially those viewers who might not be so readily tuned into this common trope. But the director wipes away our confusion immediately my having José give Óscar a big kiss, which the latter gladly accepts.


    As in most such movies, another teammate interrupts, witnessing their act. What’s a closeted gay boy expected to do but to push the presumed gay other away and, in homophobic disgust, warm him to never try that again. In short, our director has a little hastily and clumsily set-up the situation.

   The important thing about such films is where the director takes it from there. Generally, we are drawn into a deeper web of lies as the boys fall in love, have sex, and begin a relationship that the outsider usually demands the insider be brave enough to reveal. The pattern goes back to one of the earliest of coming out films, Simon Shore’s Get Real of 1998, where the jock doesn’t have the guts to come out, and we’re left with the hero who’s a cute nerd named Steven Carter who wins the day by telling everyone of his sexuality in his graduation speech. One of the most noted of the representations of this genre of John Butler’s 2016 movie, Handsome Devil, the sport in this case being rugby.

      Moreno, however, has precluded all of that apparatus by showing us the locker room scene as a flash back in the midst of the big game where José has just been hit hard by a member of the other team causing a foul which has rendered him in no condition to make the winning kick.

      Against his teammate’s protests, José chooses Óscar as the kicker. Of course, Óscar makes the goal, winning the game. The end.

      In other words, in this 6-minute hasty we have no real drama, no real bravery regarding sexual revelation, and basically no story. The team wins their game. Only the back-story of the boy’s locker-room encounter is of any real interest, yet it almost seems as if the director, along with his characters, have forgotten all about that. What are all the cheers about? And who ultimately cares? José has not at all revealed any moral fibre, bravery, or even sexual desire. His selection of Óscar might as well have been out of the gay boy network playbook, choosing his fellow queer instead of homophobes who now have to admit the faggot Óscar into their celebratory arms. But I don’t think this young Barcelona director even imagined that!

     At film’s end, everything in this short film seems to still be “offside.”

 

Los Angeles, September 28, 2025

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (September 2025).

Lambert Hillyer | Dracula’s Daughter / 1936

uncontrolled compulsion

by Douglas Messerli

Garrett Fort (screenplay, based on a story by John L. Balderston, itself based on Bram Stoker “Dracula’s Guest”; suggested by Oliver Jeffries [David O. Selznick], with contributions by Charles Belden, Finley Peter Dunne, Kurt Neumann, and R. C. Sherriff), Lambert Hillyer (director) Dracula’s Daughter / 1936

As one might expect for a vampire film with a female lead released in the midst of the early, and in some respects, harshest years of Joseph Breen’s control of the Production Code, US authorities rejected several versions of the script as being “a very objectionable mix of sex and horror.” As the writer(s) of the Wikipedia entry for this film, drawn from several sources including the Catalogue of the American Film Institute, tell us, the first version of the script, written by John L. Balderston, was a true hoot: “Balderston's screenplay involved tying up loose ends from the original film. In it, Von Helsing returns to Transylvania to destroy the three vampire brides seen in Dracula, but overlooks a fourth tomb concealing Dracula's daughter. She follows him back to London and operates under the name "Countess Szekelsky." She attacks a young aristocrat, and Von Helsing and the aristocrat's fiancée track her back to Transylvania and destroy her. The script included scenes that implied that Dracula's daughter enjoyed torturing her male victims, and that while under her control, the men liked it, too. Also included were shots of the Countess's chambers being stocked with whips and straps, which she would never use on-screen but whose uses the audience could imagine.”


       There would have been no way, however, for Selznick to have been able to produce such a version of the film since his contract with Stoker barred him from using any of his characters that did not appear in the story “Dracula’s Guest.” Film scholar David J. Skal, argues, in fact, that Selznick had purchased those rights simply so that he might sell them to Universal Studios, which he did in either 1934 or 1935 on the condition that if they did not start production by February of 1936, the rights would revert to MGM.

      Another version, even more complex and ridiculous was penned by R. C. Sherriff (long rumored to have been gay) in July 1935, beginning “with three scenes set in the 14th century and centered on the Dracula legend. It then switched to the present day, focusing on two engaged couples who visit Transylvania. The men explore the ruins of Dracula's castle. One is later found insane, and the other goes missing. Professor Von Helsing is summoned, and he tracks the missing man to London, where he is in thrall to Dracula's daughter, the Countess Szelinski (sic). When she attempts to flee with her thrall to the Orient by ship, Von Helsing and three others book passage on the same ship. During a violent storm, Von Helsing destroys Dracula's daughter, and with her hold over the men broken the scenario closes with a double wedding.

      The British Board of Film Censors, rejected it, responding, in part, "Dracula's Daughter would require half a dozen ...languages to adequately express its beastliness."

      Submitting Sheriff’s first draft to the Production Code Administration in September, Universal found even stronger resistance from Breen than from the British censors. A second draft submitted in October was also rejected, mostly centering around scenes in which Dracula himself appeared. And a third draft was submitted three days later, with a final script by Sheriff submitted in November. All remained unacceptable, James Curtis (the biographer of James Whale) arguing that Whale—having no interest in the project and perhaps even afraid that might cost him his directorial role in Show Boat, suggesting to Sherriff “ever more wildly unacceptable versions in hopes of getting himself off the film.”

     Finally, Universal abandoned the Sheriff script entirely, beginning over again from scratch.

     Garrett Fort took over the screenwriting duties submitting drafts in January and February of 1936. Upon the later date Universal executive Harry Zehner along with Producer E. M. Asher and Fort met with Production Code officials where they were asked that the scene in which Lili poses for Marya Zaleska be rewritten so that there was no suggestion of nudity and that there be no evidence of a “perverse sexual desire on the part of Marya or of an attempted sexual attack by her upon Lili.”

      The script, now revised by Charles Belden appears to be the final film version approved by the PCA in April.

      In other words, both the Hays Code board and Universal knew that in Dracula’s Daughter they were carefully skirting the films implied themes of a female vampire, a direct descendent of Dracula, being perceived as a lesbian.


      In fact, the film begins in a manner that settles another question we might have from the original regarding Renfield’s relationship with Dracula. Although Dracula keeps Renfield alive, permitting him only insects and an occasional rat as sustenance, does he mean anything to the Count other than being merely a slave to carry out his desires or is he, in fact, keeping Renfield alive as an eventual victim/lover, someone from whom he will eventually “suck” his blood, granting him death on earth but possible eternal life as a vampire.  

      By beginning the film with Van Helsing (Edward Van Sloan) who has just pounded a stake through Dracula’s heart immediately after Dracula has supped on Renfield’s blood, we now know that Renfield is among Dracula’s victims or as we also might describe them, lovers. With two unexplained bodies, one of which he admits killing, Van Helsing is arrested, unable of course, to fully explain the world of vampirism to the logic of the now modern world of 1936. His only hope is his star pupil, now a psychiatrist, Dr. Jeffrey Garth (Otto Kruger). But although Garth has been trained by Van Helsing to recognize the possibility of the unknowable, he too is a modern skeptic of the older folk myths. And the deeper question of the film, never quite answered, regards whether Jeffrey will be able to come to terms with his mentor’s “myths,” linking the irrational old world with modern so-called rationality?

     The only possible answer arrives in the form of Countess Marya Zaleska, Dracula’s daughter (Gloria Holden) who, unlike any monster previous to this, and foretelling, so argues film critic Harry M. Benshoff in his Monsters in the Closet, that the monsters that will arise in the films of the 1940s and 50s will somehow be different from those personified in Franken-stein and Dracula given the “increasing domesticization of the monstrous figures” and “…a more vigorous interest in psychiatry or medical science as a tool for treating and/or “curing” the monster.”

      Arguably, it is Marya’s desire, now the spell of Dracula has been removed through death, to leave her past world behind—specifically expressed, as Benshoff points out, “in terms of her queer sexuality, her non-traditional gender role, and death: she longs to be ‘free—free to live as a woman, Free to take my place in the bright world of the living, instead of among the shadows of the dead’”—that helped the PCA to permit the production of this otherwise quite queer script.

      Certainly, Universal publicists understood that Marya Zaleska, despite the fact that she first sucks the blood of a man and later desires to live through eternity with her Doctor friend Garth, was primarily a lesbian, advertising in their posters, as gay scholar Vito Russo points out: “Save the women of London from Dracula’s Daughter.”

      One might even imagine that permitting Marya’s first victim to be a male, helped the film get past Breen’s list of “no-nos,” removing the film temporarily from tying up her lust for blood with gender, just as in the original Dracula.* Permitting her to be an equal-opportunity “neck-bitter” removed her from being seen as being sexually interested in young women.

      But soon even that pretense is removed, as she admits to Garth her “horrible impulses” As Benshoff summarizes her psychiatric confessions:

 

“Like an ego-dystonic homosexual, she feels compelled to lead a double life, and characterizes her subconscious urges as ‘horrible impulses.’ Although she tries to suppress them repeatedly, eventually these ‘overpowering command(s)'…overcome her, and she is forced to seduce her victims and drain their bodily fluids.”


     Like most misled psychiatrists, Garth argues that she must face her compulsions head on, rushing toward them instead of trying to suppress them, and in so doing proving that she can control her actions. Given that freedom, of course, the Countess no longer finds it of interest to dine on the blood of a mere male, but demands her manservant Sandor (Irving Pichel)—who Benshoff describes, somewhat hilariously it seems to me, as “a bitchy queen”—procure her a young female model for a painting she plans in her Chelsea apartment.


      By locating her in that section of London, the writers also have associated her with the bohemian and queer lifestyles in the manner of a New Yorker who lives in Greenwich Village. And we recognize the moment that Sandor introduces the two, that despite the Code restrictions, Marya is most certainly out to disrobe this young pretty and sexually attack her by sucking the blood out of her neck. Even the young girl Lili (Nan Grey) recognizes that if the artist simply wants to sketch her face, she will probably also want to have pull down her dress, as she pulls down one of her dress straps, readying to pose while drinking a glass of wine.

     It is that sexual/bloody act of predation that makes the Countess realize that the always cynical Sandor is right, there is no escaping her condition. Although the plot forces her to decide that, despite his inability to cure her, she still wants to live out her life with Dr. Garth—although his attraction to her is quite apparent, her interest in him once she realizes he cannot cure her is far more inexplicable except as another attempt to delude herself—the way to get to him, she realizes, is to dine on yet another tasty female, his faithful secretary Janet Blake (Marguerite Churchill), who serves as the plot’s last minute Nell tied up to the “Transylvanian” railroad tracks, the Countess having returned with the girl back to Dracula’s homeland.


      Having rendered Janet unconscious through the powers of hypnosis through her magic ring, Marya has made it almost impossible for Garth to bring her back to life; and she is saved only through the wooden arrow flung into her heart by the jealous Sandor’s cross-bow; it is he who has been promised eternal life, and he knows that if she succeeds with the doctor we will be left alone in the no-man’s land where Renfield had remained throughout the first of the Dracula films, half-surviving as a slave instead of an eternal lover.

     Marya Zaleska’s death frees Janet to awaken and marry the doctor and “normality” to close out the film—although I wonder, as does Henshoff, whether you might describe the marriage between a misogynistic male such as Garth (at one point he has Janet telephoned every half-hour throughout the night in order to punish her for interrupting his conference with the Countess) as representing normality.

      1936, two years after Breen’s take-over of the Hollywood screen, was strangely enough a very important year for lesbians with regard to screen portrayals. Previously throughout the 1930s, there were certainly number of female cross-dressers and strong hints of lesbian behavior in the films such as Kenneth Macpherson’s Borderline (1930), Leontine Sagan’s Girls in Uniform (1931), Dorothy Arzner’s Working Girls (1931), John Francis Dillon’s Millie (1931), Cecil B. DeMille’s The Sign of the Cross (1932), Mervyn LeRoy’s Three on a Match (1932), William Keighley’s Ladies They Talk About (1933), Rowland Brown’s Blood Money (1933), Frank Wisbar’s Anna and Elisabeth (1933), and Rouben Mamoulian’s Queen Christina. But in 1936 four films stood out as openly speaking about women who love other women: William Wyler’s These Three (in which the lesbian message was almost entirely erased), Jacques Deval’s Club des femmes, Jean de Limur’s La Garçonne, and Dracula’s Daughter. None of these were receptive to presenting positive statements of lesbianism, but at last in a decade that had originally pretended so much sexual openness, outsider female sex was at least presented as actually existing.

      Even then, however, it took some doing, as Russo has made clear, to even rouse the reviewers enough so that they might admit to the subject at hand. Utterly mocking the film, instead of discussing its true implications, Frank S. Nugent of The New York Times wrote: “Quite terrifying it all is, to be sure, and we strongly recommend your stopping off at a near-by florist to buy a few sprays of bat-thorn to hold protectingly over your head as the wolves howl on the screen and hooded figures drift through the eddying fog. Gloria Holden is a remarkably convincing bat-woman, but we found ourselves wondering all through the picture how she managed to preserve so attractive an appearance—after sleeping in coffins and all—without the aid of a mirror. Vampires, you know, can't see their reflections. Still, we suppose it's a minor objection to a cute little horror picture. Be sure to bring the kiddies.”

      The closest any review of day got to the real subject was in the New York World-Telegram where the reviewer, exaggerating again in mockery, argued that Gloria Holden went around “giving the eye to sweet young girls.”

         

*In F. W. Murnau’s Nosferatu (1922), however, it quite clear that Count Orlock was enormously physically attracted to Thomas Hutter as well being drawn to his blood. Indeed, one might argue that Orlock saves Hutter because of his beauty and usefulness, while he has no trouble destroying his wife.

 

Los Angeles, August 10, 2023

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (August 2023).


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