Judge — March 1938 — page 42: what you’re looking at

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THEATRE A Doll's House, 4y Ibsen. Ibsen's familiar old stand-by rehashed by Thornton Wilder and embellished with the excellent acting of Ruth Gordon, Dennis King and Paul Lukas. Amphitryon 38, by S. N. Bebrman. Alfred Lunt in crepe hair and Lynn Fontanne in Grecian robes, but you'll have no difficulty recognizing the acting. Between The Devil, by Howard Dietz and Arthur Schwartz. An alleged musical comedy which isn't very musical and not at all comical. Adele Dixon walks off with the show in spite of Jack Buchanan and Evelyn Laye. Brother Rat, by John Monk. This one locks as though it will run as long as cheap ye. Father Malachy's Miracle, by Brian Doberty. The whole thing is just too whimsy- whamsy for any of you little Peter Pans. Golden Boy, by Clifford Odets. They're al- ready talking about giving this one a hunk of the next Pulitzer Prize. Hooray For What, by Howard Lindsey, Russel Crouse, E. Y. Harburg and Harold Arlen. A perfectly swell and silly show with Ed Wynn. I'd Rather Be Right, by George S$. Kauf- man and Moss Hart. Kaufman and Hart are still the ablest writing team along the Rialto. George M. Cohan, wearing Judge, Jr.'s new topper, helps them prove it. Many Mansions, sy Jules and Eckert Goodman. Life with your collar buttoned to- ward the south, Of Mice and Men, by John Steinbeck. The best that this season, or any other sea- son has to offer. Even better chan the book, if possible. On Borrowed Time by Paul Osborn. Granpa, grandma and grandson beat the stuf- fings out of Death. Everybody has fun. One Third of a Nation, by Arthur Arent. This Federal Theatre Project play about the American housing situation packs a powerful wallop and is conducive to violent thought and feeling. Room Service, by John Murray and Allen Boretz. What happens to a shoestring pro- ducer marooned in a hotel room, set to belly laughter. Shadow and Substance by Paul Vincent Carroll. Intolerance and bigotry in Ireland cudgeled with poetic grace. Susan and God, by Rachel Crothers. Ger- trude Lawrence and Rachel Crothers. 40 The Star Wagon, by Maxwell Anderson. Maxwell Anderson fashions a play out of a time machine, a few suppressed desires, Bur- gess Meredith, and Lillian Gish, The Women, ty Clare Boothe. A bunch of the girls are whooping it up over at the Ethel Barrymore Theatre. Three Waltzes, by Strauss. People in col- orful dress falling in and out of love, to music, for three generations, Tobacco Road, by Jack Kirkland. Inter- minable Georgia White Scandals, You Can't Take It With You, sy George S. Kaufman and Moss Hart. The Pulitzer Prize winner. Need I say more? MOVIES The Buccaneer will delight not only true patriots but everybody who has a hankering after piracy as a career. Fredric March is highly romantic; Franciska Gaal is good in a poor role. Every Day's a Holiday. Mae West at her ease in a black wig and a pretty bad movie. Goldwyn Follies. Mr. Goldwyn got every- one in this he could put his hands on. It is not especially amusing or especially tune- ful or especially novel. Hollywood Hotel, for the properly devout, has Benny Goodman and aeboty, else. Ac- tually there are a lot of other people: Louella Parsons! Raymond Paige! Dick Powell! In Old Chicago is another example of the extravagant habit of building up an expensive set only to have the satisfaction of burning it down, Nothing Sacred. A highly polished satire on the more superficial aspects of life in Manhattan. Peter the First was made by the Russians. Probably not ten kopecks were spent on re- search and it may not be particularly authen- tic. But it seems authentic. Rosalie. You will come out of this looking hopeless, Tovarich was once a play and you have no difficulty in telling that it was once a play. True Confession is an inconsequential comedy about Carole Lombard in the clutches of the police. As usual, the people in the minor roles—people like John Barrymore and Lynne Overman and Edgar Kennedy—seem better than the principals because they have less ¢o do with the plot. Wells Fargo. if you were asked which was more important—the expanding American frontier of the middle 1800's, or a love affair —you_ might well hesitate. But Paramount and Frank Lloyd do not hesitate. They choose love. BOOKS Boundary Against Night, ty Edmund Gilligan. War, gangsters, Irish Catholics, the Boston Police strike and a conclusion in which all the sewers open and the human rats creep out. Lloyd's, by Ralph Straus. An_ interesting sidelight on why some men roll the boncs and others load them, My Ears Are Bent, by Joseph Mitchell. Joe lets down his ears, his hair and even, sometimes, his suspenders. To get pearls you've got to dive deep. The Morning After the First Night, by George Jean Nathan. Georgie porgie pumpkin pie, kissed the theatre and made it cry. The producers are still weeping. The Tyranny of Words, by Stuart Chase. How to trick your friend into saying what he means and leaving nothing to talk about. The Young Men Are Coming, sy M. P. Shiel. If you take a table and break off its four legs you have six people and a fishbowl in which will be seated an idiot scribbling a masterpiece with a Waterman fountain pen on which is a gold band. Transgressor in the Tropics, by Negle Farson. arson chases himself to South America and tries to bite a dog. All he got was the hair off its tail. Two Wars and More To Come, by Herbert L. Matthews, The dispatches of the best day-by-day reporter in Spain. He may not always ¢hink straight but he always sees straight. Your Money and Your Life, 6y Gilbert Seldes, The middle class has been slugged from both sides until its face looks like a checker-board. Now Gilbert warns it to use science. The advice is good, if the other fellow takes it, too, Mysteries A Bullet in the Ballet, by Cary! Brahms and S. J. Simon. Ballet dancer Anton Palook is murdered on his toes. Good plot and some witty writing. Black Night, by Ars. Baillie Reynolds. Bum plots, counterplots, subplots, love plots. Abracadabra scribbling to the bargain. The Whispering Hangman, by Baynard Kendrick. A blind detective and his Seeing Eye dog solve a murder mystery. A dog detective. Well, why not? i comicbooks.com