Judge — February 12, 1927 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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I do not agree wu your right to say it. The Jaded Critic Dear Juve Allow me crack at W. M. H. I regularly read his editorials and rarely care a whit if he be wrong or right, but his movie reviews give me a decided crick in the neck lots of times. Why do most all photoplay crities— jaded with situations, treatment, photography, etcetera, until nothing strikes an ative chord in their reactions—invariably track of the obvious fact that criticism should be written for the movie patron, not their fellow-crities. With W. M. H., as with them all, his perspective is limited to a seeming statement of “When the gang reads this review they'll re: I'm a fastidious hornet; second only to G. J. N.” What goaded me particularly was his satiated mind's decision anent “Forever After.” He ridiculed this extremely natural, poignantly beauti- ful picture as “mush.” If this pic- ture is mush then any play or picture ever produced with a hint of love in it is mush. “The Big Parade” would undoubtedly be mush-mush. It is ¢: to imagine what “Forever After” could have been with less competent ng and direction. But, again, ditto “The Big Parade,” and all the rest of them, Miss Astor contributed some of the most flawless emotional acting it has been my pleasure to witness and many a reel has flowed before my sight sinc LaBadie and Baggott. Hughes a very creditable hero and inv. deserves honors for his ability and unstilted naturalness. ‘The film, to my mind, should have ended with a few feet added to the last hospital scene but, beyond that, “Forever After” leaves nothing to be desired in the y of skilled entertainment. Yours, Robert H. Higgins ampshire Nashua, New I January 10, 1 Three Things Wrong Your Honor, the Svvce: There are three things wrong with the World’s Weakliest Wetly. In the first place, why allow your testimonials to place all the burden on Bill Houghton’s back? Only big men, like Atlas, carry burdens, and surely Bill is no Atlas. And anyhow, the snappy comments usually simmer down to a backyard spat between Mr. Rumpus from Cowslip Center, Mass., and his worthy opponent, Mr. Prig, hief deacon of Cactus Point, Arizona. The fracas isn’t worth the fifteen cents’ admission; not even with the side show. In the second place, why gorge your patrons with those magnificent wood ith a word that you say, but I will defend to the death —VOLTAIRE plates that fairly gurgle with high art and sex appeal; all scientifically based on a scarlet pun coyly buried i maze of italicized balderdash? Even nting the artistic element involved, the constant recurrence of these plates renders them a dull void. And I won't say a word about those terrible tales that make clubmen so very tired. But once more, such a gallery doesn’t rate three nickles. And in the third place, h for speeding up your College Wits sec- tion? [have been out of college (not Harvard) three years, and you still present me with the “He-She” line-ups that I laughed at when I wore a dink. THE And you must admit, ‘tis still a little early for the returning showing, Again I say, this Burlesque never tempts gate-crashing. Otherwise your paper is impeccable, and I read it frequently as the contents permit, which is never less than once a week, or more than five times a month. And like a lot of other poor devils, every once in a while I write you a letter, hoping to see my name in print. Yours, or somebodys, James E. Ryder Williamsport, Penna. January 6, 1927 Judge-ment Dear Sm: Mr. Houghton's edito- rial on together with the New Year’s message “Skoal!” were the best editorials [have read in some time. Let’s have more of them rather than the monotonous gaff about Pro- hibition, ‘These editorials show real udge”-ment and ought to be typical all Junce’s work. Power to you! Appreciative New Britain, Conn, 5+ @- Beers KILL —Gaiety comicbooks.com