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The Shadow Stage
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handed a chatelaine of surprises i»> those who think of her onlj as something i»> be kissed or killed. I>ut it was the captionry, as roistering .1 sel of blackl) illuminated subtitles as ever punctured a play, which lured guffaws from hiding places ol years, Some oi these silhouetted explosions are reproduced elsewhere on these pages. Did \.>u see them in giant si/e on the screen?
In "The Red Widow" John Barrymore carried his chortling worshippers on a corset maker's adventurous wedding journey hall around die world. I know of no one who i. »uhl have so drolly turned inside oul the shrimp soul of Cicero Hannibal Hints, the straight-front king. Flora Zabelle proved that the other half of the Hitchcock family is by no means devoid of comedy instincts, but bv what process of reasoning the amateurish and wearisome Lillian Tucker is presumed to be q 1 Barrymore supporting calibre I cannot discover. She was the only butter spot on an otherw isi perfectly fresh garment. Mr. Barrymore has proved himself a supreme farceur, and it is a matter of national remark that he has also proved a supreme tragedian: "Justice." the sinister Gals-worthy expression, is the sensation of New York, and John Rarrymore i S enacting its principal role.
This has been a so-so month in the Keystone grist-mill. Plays have come from Fort Lee. a n d plays have come from Edendale. There have been
explosions of boisterousness, and il "i prettj girls. I Laughed mosi at 1 !hestci Conklin's uproar anent the regulation SVes urn (Iraina. "Bucking Society." The fcl low who sal nexl me thought it .dismal, and he was no undertaker, either, \\ rit< your ow n t icket.
IN " Bla ing I ,o\ e," .\\\ unbelief able 1 om pilation oi \ arious lusts, Virginia Pea 1 son proves her right to almost am role her new master, Fox, may assign her. This is her first Fox picture, and in it she passes from languorous and seductive youth to seamed, hopeless, franticall) struggling middle age, I have never seen a young woman so completely and credibly trans form herself. Here is more than a set of facial lines. Here is an expression through
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