The New Movie Magazine (Jan-Sep 1935)

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Sitting before the doctor's table, Give gazes anxiously at his bandaged hands. Perspiration stands out on his brow. His lips are a thin line. His actress wife, Frances Drake, and an attending nurse stand by, while Lorre's housekeeper peers curiously over Clive's shoulder. The air is electric, pregnant with the intensity of the scene. Deftly, Lorre snips the gauze bandages that encase — what phenomenon? And, with our own eyes we saw a pair of hands, seamed at the wrists with red, angry marks where the stitches were supposed to have been! Staring uncertainly, Clive wiggles his fingers. "They feel . . . dead . . ." he whispers. "They will for a while." Lorre assures . him. "The muscles are atrophied from lack of use." "They — they don't look like. . . my hands!" Clive says. Lorre nods. "Don't forget, they were badly mangled." To the nurse: "Alcohol!" Moving around the table, Miss Drake speaks to Lorre : "No one in the world but you could have performed this miracle, Doctor. I . . . I'm more grateful than I can say. . . ." So turned out into the world with the hands of a murdering knife-thrower, Clive is horrified to find himself threatening an old friend of his with a knife! Which is exactly as Lorre had planned it, because he is so crazy about Frances Drake that the sooner Clive is executed for murder, the better! So as not to take the kick out of the horrific shambles we won't divulge any more of the action. Suffice it to say Karl Freund is making the most, directorially speaking, of the horror angles. And. on a hot day like this, that and a glass of lemonade should keep most of you cooler than cool! LUCKY IN LOVE 9 UNIVERSAL The dual roles have it this month, what with Karloff stooging for himself and Lionel Barrymore exhibiting a transparent chassis, and now Dorothy Page doubles in brass as a go-between for a famous opera singer (also Dorothy Page) who doesn't want to be bothered! Wanting to meet the "right" people, Ricardo Cortez, who has come out of the gas-house district to be owner of apartment houses, swanky clubs, etc., arranges to meet up with Miss Page, w.k. soprano. A friend persuades Dorothy's double to keep the date, but after the first night our high-C tosser-arounder is so intrigued that she takes over the job herself. Seeing how the other half lives, Ric and Dorothy stop at a sandwich stand and order one apiece, with pickle, onion and lettuce, both. Sitting at the counter Ric begins to wonder. "What's all this mystery about you?" he wants to know. "That's my secret — " she says. "Tell me, won't you?" "Coffee?" the attendant interrupts. "Yes, please," says Dorothy. "Make it two." She picks up her sandwich and begins to eat. "Where do you come from?" Cortez insists. "Hungary." "Oh — you're a Hungarian?" "No. French." "I thought so . . ." Ric is befuddled. "Go on. . . ." "Well" . . . (we know she's making it up!) "my mother was a Bavarian Duchess. She was a great artist until she fell in love with my father — " "Frenchman?" "No — Italian. He was a lion tamer ... a great figure of a man . . . very strong. But the world was jealous of their romance — newspapers hounded them, dragging out skeletons. . . ." "Wait a minute," Ric interrupts, "I don't get this. Bavarian mother — Italian father, and . . . you're French — " "And — and then, I was born — " Dorothy continues. "That's tough!" And so it goes, with Ric never knowing whether he's beauing the McCoy or just her stooge until the very end of the picture! The cast contains a lot of interesting talent with Henry Mollison, Hugh O'Connell, Henry Armetta, Regis Toomey and Luis Alberni to keep the laughs going. Robert Harris wrote the story, which Stuart Walker directs with the usual Walker aplomb. MANHATTAN MADNESS • M-G-M The directorial trouble they've been having on this one has just about driven the entire M-G-M staff smack into the psychopathic ward! On Monday Richard Boleslavski was plucking his way carefully through a maze of sets, scenes and the rest of it; on Tuesday, Harry Beaumont flopped down in the canvas chair (on account of 'Boley' being called to another picture), and was just getting nicely warmed up when . . . Bang! Bang! . . . a picture to which he had been assigned, weeks ago, took off and there was nothing to do but pick up his hat and go away from there ! Right now George Seitz. (fresh from another production) is sitting on the ragged edge of imagination, doing his level best and not knowing what tomorrow may bring! The story, by David Silverstein and Leonard Fields, is all about a beautiful lady who escapes from jail, where she is on ice for a murder you just know she couldn't have committed; a handsome young attorney picks her up and hides her in his apartment until he can successfully prove what we know all the time; and a big, bad gangster who's trying to pin the job on our innocent heroine. As usual the only witness who can save her is unceremoniously bumped off before he can tell all, which makes it that much harder for our stalwart hero. But with plenty of breathless moments and exciting suspense, the lad comes through, exposes the baddies and gallops into the night with our Nell clasped to his manly breast. Maureen O'Sullivan is the gal; Joel McCrea plays the mass of manly muscle, while Louis Calhern does right well as the suave but nasty man. THOSE GLEASONS MONTHS and months ago Russell Gleason took off for New York to spend a short vacation that went off so well that he decided to stay a while. Finally, when Papa Jimmy and Mama Lucille had resigned themselves to a childless state, Russell wired that he was on his way home. And the folks were so surprised that all they could say via wire was: "WELL!" When Russell arrived here Jimmy looked him over thoroughly and said? 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