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Bachraeh Out where women are like Lena Malena and men — it goet without saying — are mentally deranged. Such 11 the locale of her next photoplay, "Tropic Madnets"
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Philips goes where papa goes: the son of Taylor Holmet
has left his studies at Princeton to follow his father's
career in the studios of Hollywood
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By Dorothy Manners
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Carl could have done very much better by us. Something tells me that Van Vechten won't care much what Hollywood thinks of his book. His exaggerations are interesting after the manner of an extravaganza. The big story of Hollywood won't see the light of day until someone is produced who com-bines the showmanship of Ziegfeld with the mind of a bookkeeper.
D'Arrast's Stock Rises
L JOLSON is head man in the talkies, ippy of the new art, and no foolin'. cion is the sincerest form of flattery, Al should be well bowled over by now. Every studio in town is not only trying to get another Jolson but at the same time trymg to frame up a story practically modeled on "The Singing Fool."
United Artists are all steamed up about their contract with Harry Richman and his new picture on the verge of production.
Over at Paramount they have the new importation, Maurice Chevalier of Paris, and his mamman personality. They were all set to make Maurice into another Jolson, when Harry D'Arrast bolted the job because he wouldn't direct a warmed-over version of "The Singing Fool." Mammy! Mammy! What crimes are about to be committed in thy name!
The Worth of Sound
"TNTERFERENCE" is the first all-talking picture to I win the respect of the studio people. While the firstnight audience was not overcome with the picture as a
Betty Lorraine, ■ new Christie beauty, proves that she doesn't raise cane
drama, they were most heartily impressed with the natural dialogue and the clever sound direction of Roy romroy.
An odd thing about "Interference" is that it was a washout as a silent film. I saw it previewed at the Beverly Theatre without sound effects and it was as flat a little oflFering as I've seen in many a day.
Lucky It's Labeled
TLLIE DOVE has taken up oil painting just for the fun of it and in celebration wedding anniversary she presented her husband with a canvas of "some fruit," as she describes it. It reminds you of nothing so much as the juicy cluster Grandma used to hang over the dining-room buffet, but Irvin Willat wouldn't trade it for an original Gainsborough.
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Bye-Bye, Buddy?
T the time of this writing, Claire Windsor is on her k from New York with the wife of Don a moot auestion as to whether she will be met at the train by a handsome young Italian fwhose name escapes me, though I remember he doesn t like American fxjotball) or Buddy Rogers.
The romance between Claire and Buddy is supposed to be quite off, which explains the young Italian. But a couple of weeks before Claire left for the East, who should be sitting in front of me at a picture show but Hollywood's most beautiful blonde and her forbidden beau having a lovely time together!
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