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...Thin Man Goes Home (M.G.M.) and Having Wonderful Crime (RKO-Radio) both proceed on the safe assumption that laughs and murders combined are usually better boxoffice than either commodity marketed separately...
...Thin Man William Powell, an old and expert hand at this sort of thing, has done it four times before. This time he once more has the able help of his original partner, lynx-eyed Myrna Loy, back in films after four years' absence. There is also, of course, the bottlebrushy terrier Asta, who must, unless like Hitler he is two other dogs, richly qualify by now for M.G.M.'s munificent old-age benefits. The fifth time around, the three of them still guarantee a pleasant excuse for putting off household repairs and serious reading...
Having Wonderful Crime, in keeping with its title, is broader and dizzier than the new Thin Man, rather less shrewd and professional, but on the whole just about as entertaining. Whereas Thin's Nick & Nora Charles are a first-rate detective and a grade-A, sport-model wife, Crime's three amateurs (Pat O'Brien, George Murphy and Carole Landis) are cheerful dopes. Once they find Magician George Zucco daggered in his trunk in a resort hotel, they hightail off after every red herring in sight. Nicest character: a daft old dowager who likes to write gigantic...
Louise Randall (Rosalind Russell), a woman energetically eager to skate across the thin ice of feminine emancipation, was too much for her old-fashioned first husband (Donald Woods). When the "Recession" of 1921 lost him his job and got her one, he left her for another woman, telling her, on his way out: "If I died you'd just regard it as another way to develop your character." Louise's second husband, Harold Pierson (Jack Carson) was a happier match. Husband No. 1 had groaned, "Living with you and those kids was like living with Carrie Nation...
Forty-five minutes before H-hour, rocket ships began belching their projectiles against smoking, dust-covered Iwo. When the first landing craft nosed into Futatsune Beach at 9 a.m., the opposition was thin and scattered. The Japs had pulled back from the black-ash beach, but they were calling their shots. In the next two hours, the leathernecks drove inland 600 yards to No. 1 airfield. The farther they went, as the day wore on, the stiffer the opposition...