Judge, 1925-07-18 · page 21 of 37
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00] By Carroll Carroll Ten to See Don Q, Son of Zorro— Douglas at his best. Beggar on Horseback—A nut sundae that’s a rare treat. Grass—A travelogue you hadn’t oughta miss. Friendly Enemies—For Lew Field’s acting. Are Parents People?—Ditto for Menjou’s. Welcome Home—Granpa and the newlyweds. Wild Cyclone—A horse of a different kind. William Tell—Just for the fun of it. I'll Show You the Town— Reginald Denny as a Baedeker. The Last Laugh—Just in case you haven’t. This Week’s Movie- scope HE stages of directorial I evolution are from Europe to Hollywood— too bad. It works backwards. The best of them make mon- keys of themselves after they've been here a_ little while. It apparently doesn’t matter much where they come from, but they're very perish- able. There should be some sort of inoculation, or isola- tion policy, applicable to prom- ising movie directors, imported from various fatherlands, to save their talents. All this is brought on by having seen “Siege,” a picture that is made what it is, which is good, through the ability of one Svend Gade, recently citizen of Copenhagen, capital, if Britannica serves, of Denmark. The siege referred to in the title is that between this and an earlier generation. Aunt Augusta Ruyland carries the banner for the old school and young Kennion Ruyland is her bad little nephew who runs off, plays hooky and returns (Continued on page 28) Wire (indignantly)—Yes, you just seem to take a delight in spoilin’ other folks’ *olidays! Last time you fell in that duck pond an’ spoiled the whole day for us, an’ now the fust thing you do is to go an’ get stung by a wasp! Visitinc Nurse—Your son shows great artistic promise, doesn’t he, Mrs. Rourke? “Yes, miss, but don’t you worry; I'll soon lick it outa him!” Watter—How did you find the steak, sir? Joviat Sout—Easily, waiter, easily! But then I’m a devil at hunt-the- thimble! . 19 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 ODDDDDDDDDDNDDDNDDDDNDDNDDNDDDDDNNDD0000000000000000000000000) |