The New Movie Magazine (Jan-Sep 1935)

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Figuring that the lads may as well have the claim, Loretta sets out tv, lead them to the spot. And you can't imagine the trouble they have. While Gable and Miss Young are busy falling in love, a nasty prospector and his gang mess up the works, kill Oakie. steal Gable's honest gold, and generally make nuisances of themselves. And, to make matters worse, Loretta's a.w.o.l. better half turns up, and, because she meant it when she said "for better . . . for worse," the little lady kisses Gable good-bye and goes away from there with the guy what brung her! Director William Wellman's finishing touch, however, leaves you with the feeling that all will be quite well with everybody after you go home and put the kiddies to bed. RECKLESS M-G-M In dutch again, but really a good girl at heart, Jean Harlow plays a famous dancer who marries the wrong man and lets herself in for a load of scandal, not realizing that her true affection is for Bill Powell, the strong, silent man who stands in the background, protecting her as best he can and waiting patiently for her to get around the big task of making up her mind. Harlow thinks she loves Franchot Tone, millionaire playboy, who offers her a pent -house love nest, but nothing more. With tears in her baby blue eyes, Jean says: "Oh-hh-h, how could you . . . ?" and, after a bit too much elbow-bending, Tone wakes up to find himself actually married to the gal, willy nilly! On the receiving end of some highpowered glares from Tone's uppity family, Jean still tries to make a go of it, but, when the All-American tank she married commits suicide because he really loves Rosalind Russell, she relinquishes all claim to her rightful widow's dole. 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Famous on Broadway, Al is barred by the Actors' Equity League because he can't keep his mind on his business for following the horses and playing the title role in the "Drunkard's Song." Producers turn him down, right and left, until one smart promoter promises to give the guy one more chance if he'll annex a partner. Enter, Miss Keeler! The act goes over big, and Helen Morgan's husband, a twelve-cylinder gangster, agrees to back Al, financially, in opening a smart night club. Knowing Al from way back, the Equity League demands a $30,000 bond to insure payment of the cast. So mister gangster digs down once more and turns the roll over to Jolson. Well, sir . . . the show is ready to go on, when Al gets word that his sister, Glenda Farrell, is peeking through the bars of the local hoosegow for murdering a man! If they'd just let her out, says she, she could get the man who really did the dirty work. So, Al turns over the $30,000 and returns to the club to take his medicine. No bond, no show, says Equity firmly. And, that's that, until Glenda dashes in, just in the nick of time, with the real bad man owning a ninety-nine year lease on her cell and the $30,000 in her pocket ! The finish will tear you apart, and we'll let Papa Warner tell you all about it. Bradford Ropes wrote the story and Archie Mayo handles the expert direction. of Zenas Henry," by Sara Ware Bassett, CAPTAIN ^"is storv> from HURRICANE the novel, 'Taming lilTA has all the homey qualities that should endear it to the hearts of our picture-going public. The cast could hardly be called colossal, but it is our personal opinion that the performance of James Barton, fresh from the New York stage, and practically unknown to you movie fans, will boost the gentleman to Fame and Fortune. As Zenas Henry, a crochety old sea captain who has a hard time choosing between the woman he loves and two shiftless old cronies, Mr. Barton is both lovable and convincing. The old salt has a hefty temper, which is another reason why Abbie (played by Helen Westley) has steadfastly refused to marry him all these years. Compromising, Miss Westley says she'll come and keep house for him, providing he agrees to keep the two shiftless old sea captains off the premises. And, figuring that he'd rather have Abbie without the captains than the captains without Abbie, Zenas agrees. Determined to recoup his lost fortunes, Zenas invests his last cent in a worthless cranberry bog, which turns out to be nothing but a no-good salt marsh. Disgusted with himself, Zenas ships as second mate on an unseaworthy old tub that catches fire off the coast of Mexico. Saving the lives of the crew, at the risk of his own, Zenas lands in a hospital and a newsreel, almost simultaneously. 66 The Neiv Movie Magazine, April, 1935