Judge — April 1935 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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THE MOVIES By PARE LORENTZ T HAS been several years since the newspapers fell for the outlandish press agent gags concerning Constance Bennett, fairy princess of the stenographers, and it would seem that the public, spared a million dollars of advertising pressure, finally has accepted the young lady at her worth, which, as an actress, falls somewhere between Lionel Atwill and Wheeler and Woolsey. She played in one excellent movie directed by the late Lowell Sherman and called “What Price Hollywood.” There yas a verisimilitude about that picture that made it amus- ng. The entire company evidently knew what it was talk- ing about, and Miss Bennett, as a Hollywood star, was very convincing. Since then, however, has been abominably affected and far from attractive in “society” roles. Certainly there’s nothing in “After Offi terest even the lowest fan; neither in the story, the direction, the sets nor the cast. Above all, Miss Bennett is so artific! and bored with it all, it seems a pity the producers let her waste her time by acting in the show, such as it is, which is preposterous, Hours” to in- oe rae, @ ] & HHH: x DS “You better hurry, men. This man here is wait- ing to clean the windows.” 16 O a period of years Chevalier’s lower lip and his charm have worn pretty thin, but at the same time the Frenchman has shown more sense and gusto than any other song and dance man in Hollywood. Certainly he swings a little more weight than the Vallees, the Powells, the Cros- bys and the other little boys. Being a Frenchman, and a fair-sized one at that, he never gives you the impression that he is a college-town soda- jerker more in Jove with his voice than the charming. Furthermore, in his latest picture, “Folies Bergere,” he has some material that is right down his alley and he shows a great many more “Lubitsch touches” at the hands of di- rector Roy Del Ruth than Herr Dr. Lubitsch"has shown for several y ladies he is ars—including the lamentable, astonishingly over- lerry Widow.” In fact, in a dual role as a song and dance man and as a banker, Chevalier does his best movie work to date. The picture has a dumb prologue and a stupid dance epilogue but in between are forty-five minutes of brisk bed-room comedy scenes that are highly satisfactory. Miss Oberon has been in so many movies of late she be- gins to look like an old newsreel. In “Folies Bergere” she finally has to say something, which is unfortunate. In “The praised * comicbooks.com “The sooner you eat that cereal the soonesi'll