Judge — August 18, 1923 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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Hollywood is a tank town. BABES IN THE HOLLYWOOD feel that Fate hasn't done the right thing by you, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and take the train for Hollywood. But don’t make the mistake of calling on Jesse Lasky or any of his cohorts. Get yourself instead a broken nose, or a twisted ear. Messrs. Dempsey, Firpo or Johnny Dundee will fill the order for you if you don’t know how to come by them naturally. In any extremity, make of your now perfect map what is called in motion pictures: a “type” and stand about rather showily in the lobby of the Hollywood Hotel that you may be seen. The rest is easy. What will follow is this: You'll be swept off your Trilbys by an eagle-eyed director and rushed to a M. P. lot, shoved into a part and contracts. forced upon you until ; ave to back up a ten-ton truck to take your salary back to your Beverly Hills bungalow. At least you get that idea of inside T you EVER grow despondent and moving pictures from Jesse Lasky’s Famous Players new fillum, “Holly- wood.” “Hollywood” is a whole dollar’s worth of entertainment plus war tax. It’s a good picture plus a galaxy of movie stars thrown in for good measure. But we await with trepidation its influence upon impressionable Americ we fear a moving picture upheaval. Happy people, content with their jobs may, through this subtle propaganda, throw away their hammers, their picks and their fountain pens and flood Holly- wood and the Lasky lot with their high hopes to break in where, until now, only angels have dared to tread. Probably such a condition would bring about the result so long desired. Everybody on the sereen, nobody to see the pictures, would soon do away with them altogether and then there would be no more dissension over poor by George Mitchell pictures. We would then revert. back to the millennium that was ours before they came into our lives. A SLA, a sister character to our old friend, Merton Gill, just: knows. she belongs on the sereen because her friends all told her so. Fate works out her passage to California by tripping up her grandfather's health. Ore West to recuperate, the old octo makes the trip with Angela to take care of him. Secretly, she figures that once in Hollywood she'll knock “em dead with her beauty. Grandpop breaks in and gets clubby with the sereen set, plays golf with Leatrice Joy, sits in the glare of Cecil de Mille’s genius, drinks Apolonegris and all too wisely but all too well makes the grade, while Angela is rebuffed, rejected and unheard of. Grandpop has the time of his rejuv nated old life—the family, back hom frightened by Angela's letters of pe: simism, flock out to what they think his funeral and, by reason of the tricks nature played upon their physiognomies, are drawn into the game—all but Angela. ‘The fade-out shows Angela at home while the rest of the family ride off in their individual Rollses to their studios, lered Lila Lee, one of Hollywood's flappers. It’s good fun, humorously done. significantly, Arbuckle—he who once was but no longer is—is shown applying for a job and the casting director closing down the window on which the fateful word “Closed” is painted. We wondered what that meant. The cast includes Hope Drown, Luke Cosgrave, G. K. Arthur and) Ruby Lafayette and, in addition, are shown ary and Doug, Mckim and. Nilsson, Chaplin, Baby Peggy, Hope Hampton and Bill Hart; the De Milles and ¢ body else whose name appears in clec lights on your local theater shirt front. Wis the picture comes to your local Oprey House, harness up the old plush mare to the surrey and drive into town to see it. But be sure to drive home again after the picture is over. Hollywood is full enough of bum actors, and there are worse places than the old farm even though your back needs a new set of hinges and the cow a fresh coat of paint. Just to show you how gov wood” is Mr. Li trast, a picture he Pury Highway” a re-hash Dear Me and a picture to our way of thinking that is not the read to happiness. Madge Kenne has never before moved us to anything but admiration. But—Charity forbids the truth. Monte Blue moons about like one sr in search of a hammock and De Cordoba is the only member of the cast who has the spring of O'Sullivan in his heel. That this picture should have been born in the same studios with “Holly- wood” is one of the mysteries of the Industry as M. P. people like to call it. If pictures as good as “The Covered Wagon” and “Hollywood” can be made, why not go on ma 2 Ts a fair question, Mr. Lasky. We ask you to answer it. Ve “Holly- 1. by. con- comicbooks.com