A hundred million movie-goers must be right... (1938)

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ter; their real concern over Godfrey's welfare as obvious as a slow wink. Even though expressed in three lovely women on the make, their pursuit could not be interpreted as anything else. And their numbers made selfishness a major menace. All conjecture aside, we are quite sure of one thing and that is that Greta Garbo, Mae West, Alice Faye, Rosalind Russell and Gail Patrick, arm in arm, marching on the army and navy defended by Robert Taylor and Clark Gable in bath towels would not make a great movie. Exciting, yes, but never remembered as long as a Holiday or a Street Scene, My Man Godfrey or The Three Smart Girls. In fact, romance as a main sympathetic pursuit takes even more than Leslie Howard and Norma Shearer as Romeo and Juliet could give it, backed up by all of casting's Capulets and Montagues and their respective retinues. Which is not another way of saying that the pursuit of romance is unimportant as entertainment. On the contrary, it is quite important because romance is a natural complement to every other pursuit in life, making complete, whole and compelling everything that engages our interest. But that is all romance is, a complement, as far as really great entertainment is concerned. Whether or not it is so in life the pursuit of romance in all of the better movies is disillusioningly the villain, the heavy, the big obstacle to the furtherance of something much more important. There are, of course, exceptions to the foregoing conclusions wherein for example, a woman carries a torch in the back streets of a respectably married man's life but the end of that pursuit is necessarily unhappy — if the man is respectably married — and those movies are incidentally as few and as appealing to intelligent people as the torch carriers they portray. Though the relative non-appeal of romance as entertainment may be obvious the furtherance of its pursuit absorbs most of the creative energy in Hollywood today and in view of the tremendous amount of physical and mental energy that goes into the furtherance of romance, the dispassionate going over we have 175