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gers from his eyes after taking a slap across the mouth from the upright young hero. There have been few who could outdo Mr. Owsley in portraying a petty blackguard.
"Of late Basil Rathbone has set a high standard of classical villainy but with the exception of the late Gordon Westcott no actor on the screen could so fully merit the audience's profound contempt as Monroe Owsley. Yet one never really hated him."
As for non-appealing backgrounds those discovered in screen-plays like The Sin of Madelon Claudet, She Done Him Wrong, and Street Scene, in general the grimy, shadowy, evil-smelling atmosphere of forgotten streets and underworld dives and the wretched denizens of those "disease and crime-ridden sections of the bigger cities" cannot, unfortunately, be reproduced on the screen in all of their uncleanliness and moral viciousness; things that might produce an outright loathing or feeling of revulsion.
In Lost Horizon the endless mountainous wastes of Tibet viewed from an airplane at a great height produced awe, fear and reverence, the same emotions stirred by the Miracle Man, but those emotions were stirred primarily by an inherent awe of creation, the fear of an unknown destination, producing the reaction one feels when contemplating life in the hereafter.
Obviously, fear and envy, two emotions as nearly universal as any we know of, were the non-sympathetic reactions produced by the locale and people forming the backgrounds of Holiday and The Redheaded Woman. In fact there was no genuine sympathy evinced for the ambitious redhead until the snobs and stuffed shirts who constituted the husband's background showed up on the scene.
Even then little antipathy was felt, with whatever there was diluted by the kindliness and tolerance of Lewis Stone, the father, who belonged in that background. However, backgrounds of affluence and power are usually a cinch for envy and awe, envy being the emotion that dilutes any real sympathy for the lass of means who weeps over a romantic crack-up in a silklined boudoir; which weepings have become increasingly fewer, thank Pete Smith.
Inherent non-appeal in the backgrounds of It Hap
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