Judge — December 25, 1926 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE “Oh, Captain, I've been looking for you everywhere. I want to tell vou how I like my eggs done in the morning.” Judging the Movies (Continued from page 21) display it eludes my imagination. Marble and gilt and crystal, and ex- pensive paintings and crimson dra- peries, modestly hedeck a “grand lobby” two stories high such as no opera house can boast. There is a fountaininit tinkling, and ubiquitous uniformed attendants with elaborate manners murmuring, and maybe canaries singing, for all I remember, and of course awed couples from the s promenading up and down stairs and ohing and ahing. And all this before one enters the vast audi- torium itself, withitsdome ten stories aloft and its loges and galleries and super organ. But what, I ask you, is the picture that reposes in this obscenely elabor- ate frame, what the jewel nestled in this lavishly pretentious box? On the occasion of my visit as meek and spiritless a film as I have ever seen exhibited, namely, “The Canadian,” with Thomas Meighan. The drama itself, based on a play by Somerset Maugham, is not with- out interest and dignity, but the picture should have been labeled, “Meighan Plays Safe.” He walks through his part as if life for a young and lusty frontiersman raising wheat in the Canadian Northwest were as drab and discouraging as a hangover —London Opinion Psychic” “Tommy _is my psychic.” fo emai > a the day after Christmas. A pretty and high spirited girl, in the person of Mona Palma, bursts within the circle of his consciousness. Does she heighten his circulation? There is no indication of it to flutter the Meighan technique, although we learn toward the end that she is “the only thing I ever loved.” Through storm and stress he remains the same pale, obviously tired, slightly precious person who years ago made himself “interesting” to women standardized product. But you should see the Paramount ‘Theater! E fans — a RACT from a previous review of -otemkin,” the Russian pic- tur “Tf any picture ever fully justified the cinema, ‘Potemkin’ does. After seeing it one feels instinctively that this is the sort of thing, speaking broadly, done in the sort of way, also speaking broadly, for which in the end the motion picture was invented —instead of for sticky romances and idiotic melodramas and_ slapstick farces in imitation of the old ten- twent’-thirt’ stage. ‘Potemkin’ re- quires too much room, too many actors, properties too vast and action too various for any stage. And by the same token it brushes aside all the little tricks of stage tradition developed during centuries of inti- mate play over the footlights. It is the movies come into their own.” Motorist (after many attempts to start his midget) —’Ere—any of you boys playing about with a magnet? — Humorist wy & comicbooks.com