Screen Guilds Magazine (August 1934)

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SCENARIOS NOTARIAL SERVICE 9433 Santa Monica Blvd. OXford 3503 Beverly Hills American Epic (Continued From Page Four) 269 years old and looks every minute of it. She still wants to go West. The point of the whole story, the point of all American epics, lies in the fate of Wayne's progeny. Because some of them have kept heading West and some have headed back East. Those that kept faith with American cinema ideals and continued to head West now own stockyards, cattle ranches, and flourishing Bar-B-Q stands; they are healthy, happy, and as dull and bor¬ ing as their grandpappies. But the east- bound members of the family have real¬ ly hauled off and given us some action; two or three have gone crazy as coots and run around with their hair in their eyes; one of the girls has married a scion of the degenerate nobility of post¬ war Europe who openly sneers at her because of her uncouth hut sturdily American practice of pouring the fin- gerbowl over her head at state dinners; all the others have rickets and a ten¬ dency toward clip-joint hostesses and pimps. The melancholy question that inevitably pops into the mind of old Wayne Garfunkle as he contemplates this debacle is: Was it, after all, worth it? At which, his mother, now looking like Zara Agha three days after his death, points out that they can still head West again. Variety’s report on this picture two weeks later may be summarized thus : Biz off. Crickets rave but weak $2,000 forces pic out; replaced Thurs. by Whee¬ ler and Woolsey. The Independents (Continued From Page Four) During the past year these companies have been consolidating their position in the market, and building up their pro¬ duction costs to a point where, even if double-billing is abandoned, many of them will be able to carry on in competi¬ tion to the Hays office group. In fact, the main difference that now exists between the larger independents, and the smaller major companies is that the former concerns belong to the Mo¬ tion Picture Producers Association, while the latter belong to the Independ¬ ent Motion Picture Producers Associa¬ tion. The established independents have achieved recognition, and feel that Hol¬ lywood is becoming conscious that there are now three distinct divisions in the production field: the majors, the inde¬ pendents, and the “quickies.'’ The Bird “While on location, Neil Hamilton hung his topcoat in a tree and, when he returned, found a sparrow building a nest in the side pocket.”—News item. Mr. Neil Hamilton, Columbia Studios, Hollywood, Calif. Dear Neil: I imagine you felt just like Fred Keat¬ ing, the magician, when that bird jumped out of your topcoat the other day on the Warner Bros. Ranch. Only Fred would have reached in the other pocket and produced 150 feet of red ribbon, a live rabbit and an American flag. Bet¬ ter luck next time! As a matter of fact, Neil, I’m in some¬ what the same boat you are: I hang my trousers over the back of a chair every night before retiring and every morn¬ ing, when I get up, I find my pockets ransacked. I don’t know to this day whether it’s my wife or sparrows. (There’s a suspicious looking nest in the top of a pepper tree out in the yard, and I believe I’ll shinny up this after¬ noon to see whether it’s built out of dried grass or dollar bills. If it’s currency, I owe my wife an apology.) I’ll bet for a time, there, you thought you were playing the lead in “Bring ’Em Back Alive” or “Wild Cargo.” If a camera had only been trained on the incident you could have sold the se¬ quence to M-G-M for a Tarzan picture. I mean, it would have been no task at all for the trick department to substitute a gorilla for the sparrow, cut out the chirping and dub in a roar of a bull elephant. A simple transparent stock- shot and your topcoat would be hanging in the African jungle. Get Maureen O’¬ Sullivan and Johnny Weismuller to swing past on a couple of wired grape vines and there you are! Being a member of the Audubon So¬ ciety I always go prepared for sparrows. We’re required to carry a pocketful of grain and old bits of string and dried leaves, for nest building, every time we go into the country. So, naturally, I’m quite used to having our feathered friends flit along after me wherever I go. (Usually I get moths for my trouble but the thought back of it is what counts.) Don’t forget, Neil, that you’re not the first movie actor who has been given the bird. Yours truly, Jack Cluett.