Judge — April 7, 1923 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Wynn sees “The Covered Wagon” O TEMPORA, “ HE CovEerED WaGon”™ is a great picture. You'll have to — stick another mortgage on the flivver and go see it and, if you don’t get a thrill out of every ten feet of film you've been dead a darned sight longer than Tut. It’s the most satisfying picture we have ever seen. We got so enthused over it that we didn’t know we had left our hat under the seat till we were out on the sidewalk. The only other time we ever remember being so sure of a success was the night we drew a pat royal straight flush, and took three other shirts with us out on the sidewalk. Most of the United States are involved and are shown at a time when the East was east and the West was wild and woolly and the twain hadn’t been hooked together by United States Steel. Uncle Sam was a big, overgrown stripling in knickers and, west of the Mississippi, you couldn't go outdoors after dark and get back home again with your hair on. It was in ‘48, just before gold was discovered in Hollywood. Buffalo herds, Indians, trappers, scouts, prairie fire: trains (both ashore and aflo: suc ch signe proportions the plainsmen, s, and wagon ) abound i in that is thrilling ‘hioligh to § own dramatic feet. If James under whose superb direction the was made, were to run for President on the Prohibition ticket, even the wets would cast their vote solid for him. Lois Wilson sits pretty in her tight little bodice and flaring skirt and is sufficiently seductive to justify Warren Kerrigan and Allan Hale dusting off the plains with each other every time they come within fighting distance. Kerri is a fine upstanding, manly hero and Hale s second cousin to a polecat. Little Johnny Fox will delight young America. His ride of rescue to the little band of pioneers surrounded by Indians. should by George Mitchell burst the buttons off the jackets of every full-blooded youngster in the audience. We don’t know just what to say about Ernest Torrence. He's so darned good it can’t be done. We will say this much for him, though: he and Tully Marshall all but run away with the whole show and when you say that about a picture as fine as “The Covered Wagon” it’s more than faint praise. S WE were walking into the Capitol Theater in New York City, it set us to thinking of the Capitol at Washing- ton. “Well,” said we to ourself, “we care not who makes our country’s laws, if Mae Mur an make our movies.” Having delivered ourselves of — this wise quip, we settled back in our chair, and continued with our soliloqu “We've scen Borah and Lodge and I Follette on the se » but Mae Murr: got them lashed to the t. As a matter of polit record, every time we see our President flub a_ three-foot put on the screen, we regret that we have but one vote to cast for } Luri Miss Murray is appearing in “Jazz- mania.” She has always been a delight to us. We confess a very strong weak- ness for her. Hers is a brilliant’ per- sonality. It's a lot like the costumes she wears only there’s a great deal more personality. But. it’s just as chie and scintillating and dazzling and daring. There’s a striking resemblance to Bern- hardt in certain of her mannerisms and it’s a great pity to see her talents wasted. We don’t think she’s ever been given a picture that measures up to her ability. Certainly not in “Jazzmania.” You may have noticed that | we haven't touched on “Jazzmania”™ at all and t because we pride ourselves on being charitable and you will remember what Saint Paul said to the Princetonians: “Charity. “liveth in glass houses shouldi't throw stones,” or something like that. 13 cover itself with dust and glory. O MOVIES! WwW: aLWways shudder when we ap- proach anything as sentimental as a poor little blind girl with a fiddle. We are not one of the strong men who are easily moved to glycerine tears when the tremolo stop is pulled out on the organ. Hence it is that we didn’t want to see “Mighty Lak’ a Rose” at the Strand. We shrugged a tical shoulder, “Silly twaddle.” said we to our sophisticated re honest enough to admit when we Rose” is a fine movie. Edwin ¢ who directed it, has made a straightforward picture that never over- steps the fine line that is drawn between sentiment and sentimentality. ‘The story is told simply, clearly and concisely. The continuity is coherent, the drama convincing. Dorothy Mackaill as the blind fiddler and Jimmie Rennie as a converted crook convinced us that there is a great deal more in this love game than the writers of sexology weave into their best cellars. Anders Randolph as the presiding genius of a band of light- fingered gentry and Harry Short” as Slippery Eddié are as hard-boiled as a fifteen-minute until music into their souls. It’s a good picture. On thought, it’s a very picture, sincere, egg comes second good usTER Keaton is appearing in “The Frozen North,” a burlesque on the six-foot-deep snow tragedy that. enlists the services of Dirty Dick, Handsome Jack, Tessie of Bloody Gulch and a pack of huskies. Buster plays Dirty Dick We think it’s one of Buster's best pictures much too short. ‘y time we dignified in Buster's We have can get not and steel ourself to be presence he makes a fool of us. taken a resolution that until we ourself in control so that we may guffaw into the back hair of the front of us, we are going to keep a from Buster. dy in