Judge — October 10, 1925 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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The Reel Stuf? By Carroll Carroll Flash Backs Siegfried—Good and arty or arty and good. The Phantom of the Opera— Chaney as the awful ogre of the opera house. The Wanderer—An _elabo- rately dull story of the prodigal son. The Merry Widow—Mae Murray in an interesting adap- tation of the old waltz plot. The Gold Rush—By all means! Don Q, Son of Zorro—Oh, you must see it. Sally of the Sawdust—Un- usually good comedy with W. C. Fields, As No Man Has Loved—Ad- vertised “Coming to your local theater soon.” Can nothing be done about it? All Ashore That’s Going Ashore Low the whistle, skipper, B we're off. Dick (Richard) Bar- thelmess (Barthelmess) has again scored as a comedian. This time in a characterization that stands up well in com- parison with some of his more serious parts, in case you may not think his work as “Bilge” Smith is serious enough. He gives an authentic and intelli- gent performance as one of our Uncle Samuel’s boys, in blue, who joined the navy to learn the truth about Riverside Drive. The present incumbent is “Shore Leave,” taken from the Right Reverend David Belasco’s erstwhile * Frances Starring vehicle. Miss Starr’s old part is played by the perennially 135-pound Miss Dorothy Mackaill. In the event that you'haven’t the slightest idea what that means, let it be known. First National Pictures not only holds a con- tract on Miss Mackaill’s dra- matic talent, but also on her avoirdupois, there being a clause to the effect that’ she cannot mdulge in mashed 000000000000000000000000000000.00000000000000000000000000000 | 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 Y, a1 cal. The hong haired, long. wnded Ln- Telhgensia prowlng among the treakish rock formationS %m the fastnesses oF the Garrett Mes gathering the wild Nut and the Mazz berry. Te Ooslongariersnake oF various hues, Bua? * the a berdaeh- er: ung le, [8 very retiring and Fives amare the wide Trouserieg Bushes.” It feeds on Holeproothosery and Interwov~ ensox and alwayS carmes a rubber grip. __ The baying Merpreide hound pur. suing the domestic Har in the Dantyul® fields on the slopes of Bald Knob mountain. aval eZ The over. slul¥ed Raerkbarrel, a ravenous hog that roams oer the Partisanpolilical hills. It-feeds on yurey Appropriation berres culled gn the Congressjona é * Uneyard. wee”) 20 [000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000| potatoes, fudge sundaes or hot bread and gravy over and above the poundage herein- before stated under penalty of a strict diet or an amputation of her employment. However, interesting as all that is, you may say, and with justice, that it is but faintly connected with motion picture reviewing, a sport for which I have, of late, evinced a start- ling avidity. Therefore, “Shore Leave” narrates the erratic and erotic adventures of a chap who enlisted in the navy because he was lonesome, and fell in love, ultimately marry- ing the girl, because she was Jonesome. The girl, need I re- peat (well, I'd better), is Dorothy Mackaill,who, though entirely too ritzy looking for the part, still brings one of her, if not her very, best pieces of work to our attention. She is a dressmaker in a little seaport town that de- pends for its holiday upon the annual visit from the Atlantic Fleet. The battle boats come bringing with them “Bilge” Barthelmess and romance. In the natural course of events they live happily ever after, but it is during the events leading up to the tragedy that Mr. Barthelmess is seen to great advantage as the hard- boiled gob beneath whose pack of Fatimas beats a heart of something approximating gold. I commend “Shore Leave” to your attention in return for which J would appreciate in- formation leading to the arrest and conviction of the person, or persons, fostering the im- pression that sailors do prac- tically nothing with their spare time but dance, very daintily, the sailor's hornpipe, in the manner of motion picture theater prologues. We all know perfectly well that what they really do is go rowing. If I am not mistaken, and I probably am, it was Francis X. Bushman and Beverly Bayne who first immortalized George Barr McCutcheon’s rococo yarn of spurious royalty and a wealthy young American’s love for the beautiful Yetive Goo- genslocker. The tale has had its face lifted, bobbed its hair and is reappearing in society. It is hoped that this is just a farewell tour before retiring into private library life. (Continued on page 28) 0O000000000000000 ODDDDDDDODDDDDOOODDDD0000DDDDD00009000000000000 ‘You do no! ality of i Draw you you prefer comicbooks.com