If Dante himself had been the high director in the plenitude of his resources, it might still have had that hollowness.
A list of words making a poem and a set of apparently equivalent pictures forming a photoplay may have an entirely different outcome.

It may be like trying to see a perfume or listen to a taste.

Religion that comes in wholly through the eye has a new world in the films, whose relation to the old is only discovered by experiment and intuition, patience and devotion.
But let us imagine the grandson of an Italian immigrant to America, a young seer, trained in the photoplay technique by the high American masters, knowing all the moving picture resources as Dante knew Italian song and mediaeval learning.

Assume that he has a genius akin to that of the Florentine.

Let him be a Modernist Catholic if you will.