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Legitimate actors, who long have repeated the slur that the only two-syllable word that Hollywood knows how to pronounce is "fil-lum," may not forget their gibing and journey toward the west. Broadway producers, however, shrugged shoulders at the talkie threat. Said Arthur Hammerstein: "The public . . . is skeptical. . . ." Said Florenz Ziegfeld: "Beauty in the flesh will continue to rule the world." It is obvious that, even if speaking cinemas lose their present lisp and rasp, the illusion produced by an articulate photograph of John Barrymore as Hamlet can never be as satisfying as the illusion produced by Actor Barrymore...
Barthelmess reveals his usual adeptness at being able to throw off the rhinoceros skin of gangster vice, and Miss Compson becomes a good girl after many revelations of body lines and wetting of luxurious lashes. Any Senior will forget his imminent divisional...
...Lady From the Sea. Miss Blanche Yurka is entitled to one of the awards of the season for her loyalty to Henrik Ibsen. In a year which has been marked by the presentation of a great number of dull modern plays, theatre-goers have not been allowed to forget Ibsen's searching studies. Her selection of this strange, borderland work is not altogether fortunate. It is not so easy of interpretation as The Wild Duck and Hedda Gabler, her other offerings, nor is its principal character so suited to Miss Yurka...
Ibsen himself seems to have walked a tightrope in conceiving its plot. It is, in its own terms, the story of a woman unable to forget the hypnotic eyes of a suitor. But beneath this there is a story told in symbols, a story of the lure of the great mystery of the sea. To blend these two moods is a task requiring great skill. Miss Yurka and her Actors' Theater company meet the demands at times and at others they fail...
...aristocracy who made love to her while Sam attended a dinner given in his honor by his London agent. The dinner was at a Soho restaurant, and yet: There was a horseshoe table with seats for thirty. Along the table little American flags were set in pots of forget-me-nots. Behind the chairman's table was a portrait of President Coolidge, draped with red, white, and blue bunting, and about the wall−Heaven knows where Hurd could have collected them all−were shields and banners of Yale, Harvard and the University of Winnemac, of the Elks...