Judge — December 15, 1928 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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r the spectacle of « going coyly cutie f akably mature actress r three hours is what you have your heart set upon, you will find “The Jealous show. And if you long for the kind of play in which an actress of the species mentioned wistfully s little white sheets uy on the thre tiny cradles of her longed-for “dream babies,” “The Jealous Moon" will be as bread and wine to you, Otherwise, I fear that it will be just about the most 1 dullest ¢ idiotic The play is the urles, whoever 1 hibition t hornswoggled into in some tin nt exertion of Mr. Theodore heodore may be, Cowl, who has bequeathed herself the at you have been nd Miss ne ding rdle in it, minces out in dear little pantalettes and disports herself in’ so lishly innocent: manner that, if g she doesn’t watch out, Daddy Browning will prob- actress; she has on oc for a “Follies ably come around back-st her. This Miss Cowl is asion formances; but she has lately cor and regrettably obsessed with a desire to be mistaken sweetie t son night and marry fundamentally a capable riven excellent per- to be so foolishly ut her work has acquired a burlesque cast. In the exhibit under discussion, she absurdly sacrifices her professional standing and her dignified womanliness to the va girl Pierrot and Columb nity of a chorus The Jealous Moon” is still another attempt at fantasy, nnedest attempts that I nd it is one of the id eyes on in many years of reviewing genius or with fz theatrical entertainment Miss Cowl show the sl ability and th Sil-Vara’ for nothing. On the opening night La Cowl and her manag declined to seat anyone who came into the theatr n had risen and until the first episode } While I, surely, have no sympathy for the kind of people who’ sedulously practise late arrival at a play, and while I, myself, after the cur! of her p y was over. invariably try to be in Messrs. Brady and W) piece of appl general theatri all, a theatre ma be the comfort and ples about Save it be handled with poetic Picrrot-Columbine vle is certain to be the star bore in the w ronic gift, Neither Mr. Thomas nor est trace of ir poetic competence, originality r play, as a consequence, is pretty terrible stuff. It is evident that cither read or seen Giaco: s “Pierrotsdram: tions of both in their manuscript, but these sug; tions have been so poorly assit for there ated that they go in have finished their fourth pie and their coffee, this hold of playgoers in the back minutes strikes me as being just isles for fifteen or more | nother re al business is as bad as it nagement's first consideration should its customers, not the comfort and pleasure of a lot of actors. Only half an audience ever gets to a play on time. (Continued on page 2 ion, general writing i Ficelles”” and are sugges- the authors h: sment even before the ig up son why | s. After jacbeth’” (Knickerbocker) i the feature bere. “The Socred Flame donie mother-love. writing. “Raindow" (Gall of the stale romaatie comedy by Charles Coghlan, “The Wild Duck” (40th Street) shod revival of Itwen's practical joke oa the eritics of bis day. “Majer Barbara” (Guild)—I can sce no reason why I should go to this par- tieular old Shaw play again. “tima’* (Belasco)—To be reviewed. “A Mest Immoral Lady” (C: Ditto. “Treasure Girt” (Alvin) —Gertrade Lawrence tries to be comical, with very sad results. “This Called Love” (Bijou) — This one calla for wit. It hasn't got it Theatre Digest “Tin Pan Alley’ (Biltmore) —Cooven- tional night-elub and. bootieegerm-lo- ith La Colbert to look at “Hold Everything’? (Broadhurst) — ofing it to several catchy ‘Jealousy (Fllictt)—4 man and his wife quarrel for two and a balf bours, Half an bour of it is interesting. Itinge)—Our broaae we to dance “The Age of Innocence” (Empire) — Katharine Corsell in a dramatization of Edith Whartoa novel. See next week's isvue. ie” (Erlanger)—George Cohan is amusingly making sport of this and that. “The Squealer” (Forrest) —The kind of melodrama at which one has to eat peanuts, “Anieal Crackers” (44th Street)—The Marx genta and uproarious fun. “The High Road” ( smoothest acting aggregation in town takes the rough edges of a muddling comely. “A Man With Red Hair” Sadim in Corawall. A forced attempt to thrill the jakes. Three Cheers" (Globe)—A humorous evening with the droll Prof. Will Rogers. Tonight at Twelve” (Hudson) —What f my con one eludes Foxy Quiller. “The Mew Moon” (Imperial)—But this show will entertain you. “darnegan™ (Longacte)—A barnyard view of Hollywood. “Might Hostess” (Vanderbilt)) More night<lub melodrama. Nothing in it. “The Lady Lies™ (Little) in this one, “Young Love” (Masque)—A farcical theme handled as if it were tragedy. Very dull. Not m Aceideat”” (Morosco)—But there is amusement in this farcical theme farcically treated. “The War Seng” (National) —Whang- “Paris” (Musi he Grey For” (Playhouse) — The Front Page’ (Tirmes Iw tuckle your palate “Exceeding Small” (Comedy) — Old “Crashing Thro” (Republic) — This Year of Grace” (Selwyn)—A poor revue that is regarded as a very hot one by everybody but this profersor. ‘On Call” (Waldorf) —Junk feld-Eddie Cantor show. To be “tr. Moneypenay" (Conmopolitas)— | Dull, genta, dull. Bot)—A sour comedy hea La Bordon begins " (New Amsterdam)—The comicbooks.com