Judge — April 6, 1929 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE IUD GING ee BHOWS By uap a better time at “Spring Is Here” than 1 I critical conscience told me L should be having. Sitting here now on a bench in Bryant Park and reflecting upon the show with all my celebrated acu- men, I conclude—even as I concluded during the good time I was having in the theatre—that in the way of book, music nothing to get excited about. Yet somehow, as I’ said, it entertained this august professor while he was lending his handsome and distinguished presence to its first-night performance, That is sometimes the way with these things. And it has nothing to do with ‘ktails, either. I hadn't negotiated so much as one before the show; I was psychically in anything but a rosy mood; I had with me no companion to borrow cigarettes from during the intermission; and 1 lar was too tight. But the show amused me. As a professional savant who is paid a substantial honor- arium to point out to a palpitating public the flaws of Broady in this case very easily, the show, as I've said twice already in this aph, regaled me. By this time it is reasonable to assume that for God's sake you'd like to know why. Well, in the first place, it has a lot of low slapstick stuff in it and low slapstick stuff isn’t distasteful to me. Give me the choice of spending an evening looking at Mr. Walter Hampden profoundly contemplating his navel in a drama about Buddha or at one comedian pouring a basin of water on the head of another comedian and then vouchsafing him an obligato upon the fanny, and you have one guess as to which I'll pick. It isn’t nd dancing the show is surely col- art and as one who could earn his pay Theatre “Spring Is Here” (Alvin\—A fair “A Most Immoral Lady" (Cort) musical show eslivened by some gant Paste displayed proudly by Alice Brady rough-house aa if it were the Hope dias “Young Alerander* (Biltmore)—A “The Age ef Innocence’ pretentious dud Katharine Cornell relieves “The Town's Wemaa” (Craig)—The *ening worst kind of trash. “Follow Thru” ( “The Octorvon” (Elliott)—Revival of the celebrated old meller. “Solitaire” (Waldorf)—Claptrap. “Little Accident” (Ambaseador)—The amusing fable of a bootleg baby and ita perplered papa. “Wartem’ (Apotlo)—A Negro. play Me (Aneta h., Meee os lton)—There are several with stuff in it U points of virtue to it but, bol “Blackbirds” (Eltinge)—A gala dusky Phim fre 8 Shoe tap and tune show. Cagriee”” (G “tims” (Belasco)—The Hippatrome yi eam” (G visited upoa a dramatie atom. warmer emotions “Flight” (Booth) —Miserable junk. Pertect Alibi" (Hopki “Fieretta™ (Carroll) —A swell eye show y better t bard on the ear (Empire) — (48th Street) —A talkie veal appearance The Whispering G. t)—You've seen it a ferent titl oa the subject of the equired taste; I inherited it, my grandmother led to me, from many generations past. My lamented great-grandfather, in point of fact, died laughing at the first circus clown who stepped on a slat and found to his disconcertment that the slat had a way of flying up in the rear and hitting him a crack on the seat. But enough of family boasting! In the second place, there is a new leading girl in the show, by me Taiz, who rather fetches me. She isn’t particularly pretty, but there’s a refreshing air In the third place, monkeyshines gener- : nothing of a hoofing zany named Landry whose feet have considerable gusto in them. Then, too, there little baggage progr: med as the Mlle. White who doesn’t do much of : thing, which is a relief, and that I'd rather look at doing that not much of anything than at Bertha Kalich playing all the cl ers in “The Kreutzer Son, (It’s too bad about that man Nathan; he doesn’t make the most of his talents. But maybe it’s the Spring.) Then there is one fairly good tune by Richard Rodgers, though his score is the poorest he has turned out in a long while. And there's some entertainment in seeing Glenn Hunter, who can’t sing a note or dance a single step, pathetically trying to pass himself off as a musical comedy actor. The producers of the show have tried to borrow a leaf from the producers of “Good News” and “Follow Thru” and to inject the youthful note into their ¢ hibit. Although they have hired a number of sufli- ciently young performers (Continued on page 28) to her, and she sings ve there is Charles Ruggles whose ally exhilarate me, to Digest “The New Moen” (Imprrial)—Rom- “Street Scene” (PMayhouse)—This one berg’s songs retailal by some capable will doubtless get the ter prise, but warblers don't let that discourage you from “Let Us Be Gay" (Little) —A pericdi- sting it ‘cally droll comedy by La Crothers. “The Earth Between” (I'rovincetown) “Reet the Prince” (Lyceum)—A dull ove by Le Milne, —A poorly written attempt to tell the tale of a papa wbo hada yen for tus daugbter. “Indiseretion”” (Mansfeld) —Nothing “Kibiteer"* (Ro could be worse “The Red “Pleasure Bound” (Majestic)—Comi- tunes will fall pleas cal revue, and take a look at the Senorita Automat laughs. * (Shubert)—The ly upon your ears “The Front Page’? (Tim Maes . —_ A farce to mamage your rite. . “Dynamo” (Beck)—O'Neill’s gocee- “Lady Fingers’ (Vanderbilt)—Dr. berry Bauzzell’s whimsies are entertaining “Serena Blandish’* (Morceco)—Ably «$e ~~ ected and ably produced, but pretiy Gat. igey he Tete nat ome Wanteg™ (Wal Amsterdam)—The __ “Cyrane de Bergerac” (Hampden's)— jaded by glorifed Good revival of Rostand’s masterprece. “Journey's End” (Miller)—To be reviewsd “Buckaroo” (Exlanger)—Ditto. female epidermis. “Holiday” (P"ymouth) —L comedy tha! will entertain you rely little comicbooks.com