Judge, 1932-12 · page 29 of 38
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MOVIES (Continued from page 19) that movies are better than they ever have been, my friends; that they have, in fact, taken up where they so regrettably left off: at “The Birth of a Nation.” We have by now seen several prison pictures, and some of the at- mospheric scenes in I Am a Fugitive may seem dull to you. However, there is an honest humor in this job which gathers force because you know, long before the prison board | sends the hero back to the chain gang, that the producers meant their story to be real and uncompromising | and, familiar or not, it is this honesty which makes parts of the picture gruesome and shocking indeed. As a whole, the production lacks a good focus, it has ordinary enough writing but all these things are sub- ordinated to the fact that the sub- ject matter—something which always was wrong with Hollywood’s prod- ucts during the past decade—is timely, real, true and impressive. BEGAN to tire of Edward G. Robin- son during the third act of the play, the Brothers Karamazov, and by now I have seen enough of him to last me, my children and their off- spring, for the extent of our natural lives. Shoved into prominence by a good movie he continues to drag his feet, posture and rant and mouth his words in a lazy continuance of the role of Little Caesar, regardless of what he is supposed to be doing. A very good story has been squan- dered on him this time, a story which had limitless possibilities, a faithful narration of Silver Dollar Tabor, the Denver millionaire. The history of the man who built the biggest opera house West of the Mississippi has been compressed into long speeches delivered with great function and self-satisfaction by Mr. Robinson. Yet, what plot there is has been built in surprisingly good taste. And here again we have a locale and characters set in native soil. And the charac- ters are well done considering the fact that the cast had to overcome Mr. Robinson’s able characterization of Little Caesar dressed in gay ninety costume, and unless you are as tired of Mr. Robinson’s face as I| am, I think you will find this movie not without charm and pathos and novelty. on Flat Taste? Add Abbott's Bitters to ginger ale. 50c bottle for only 25c! Box 44, Baltimore, Md.—Advt. Hare Fort Shelby's appointments and remark- able standard of service have won the unremitting praise and esteem of women traveling alone or with children. Women's guest rooms are espe- cially equipped with electrical connections for curling irons and dressing tables with adjustable lights. q Guests may confidently leave children in the custody of thoroughly trained maids if they desire to shop ... attend the theatre . . . or meet business appointments. 4 You'll be particularly delighted, too, with Hotel Fort Shelby's enviable location in the heart of Detroit's shopping, theatre, financial, insurance and wholesale districts. No other large hotel is so near the railway terminals, airports and steamship piers. 900 units . . . all equipped with servidor and private bath. Rooms as low as $2.50 per day ... suites $8.00 and upwards. Motorists are relieved of their auto- mobiles at the door without service charge. Write for free road map, and copy of “Aglow with Friendliness,” our uniqueand fascinating magaz wniflort Shelby E. J. BRADWELL, Managing Director DETROIT ,