Silver Screen (May-Oct 1939)

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Right — Old pipe-smoker Clark Gable, the hero of ten years of adoration. If the girls don't know why they like him neither does Clark. The fascinating, inscrutable eyes of Charles Boyer have re-established the tradition that Frenchmen are the Musketeers of Romance. the point is, he has lived through it. Probably because he isn't, of course, a Glamour Boy at all. He is now cast in pictures calculated to prove to the Public that he is, above all, Hercules reincarnated, tossing -s*8«*r the likes of Wally Beery carelessly HfHHH around the open spaces. He is surviving this ordeal, too. Both extremes of characterization are nicely calculated to make the Great American Public forget their manners and scoff, "Pfui!" But no, either way the G. A. P. has taken Doc Brugh's boy to its heart and liked him. There have been a few complaints, of course. But these can be discounted. Galahad himself would not escape a coupla cat-calls. Which is a triumph of something-or-other. And not a triumph of face or physique, since, if anything could have thrown Bob, it would have been, perversely enough, the ultra face and figger with which Nature equipped him. When it comes to tearing Taylor to pieces to discover what makes our heads go round at sight and sound of him, 1 think I'll pass the buck to Virginia Bruce who played opposite him in "Society Doctor." Said Virginia one day as we were having tea and indulging in "girl-talk," "it's the ease and frankness of him. It's the way he enters a room as if it were his. It's the steadiness of his eyes and the readiness of his grin. It's a personal gallantry and a personal integrity which, added up, make a personality you both like and respect." Yes, to [Continued on page 67] for May 1939 Handsomest, pleasantest, "successfulest" Tyrone Power has been miscast with fires, floods and bandit roles, but when Ty's searching eyes find a girl, it is always front page news. 23