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HUCKLEBERRY FINN— Paramount
ANOTHER of Paramount's delightful series of kid pictures. Not as great as " Skippy," not quite as good as "Tom Sawyer," but withal a splendid successor to both. Mark Twain's grand old tale has been carefully handled, and comes alive with loads of laughs and a tear or two for the sentimentalists. Junior Durkin, as Huck Finn, turns in the finest performance of his screen career; he doesn't act Huck, he just is Huck. Jackie Coogan makes good again as Tom Sawyer.
Mitzi Green is in the cast, but her fans will complain at the smallness of her part. The same holds true for Jackie Searl. The supporting cast of adults turn in excellent performances. Young and old alike will enjoy this.
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BUSINESS AND PLEASURE— Fox
IF it weren't for Will Rogers, this would be just another movie, and not so much of a one at that. But thanks to the man's inimitable drolleries, it's lifted into the worthwhile entertainment class. The story is from Booth Tarkington's "The Plutocrat."
It concerns an American razor manufacturer who is captured by a tribe of warring Arabs. How he calls off their war by shaving them clean-faced is the crux of the plot, such as it is.
Somewhere in its unfolding, Jetta Goudal essays a screen comeback as a vamp. She's interesting, but a bit too oldfashioned in her siren technique.
When Rogers is talking, the film is a riot. Particularly when he makes up as a swami and tells his wife's fortune.
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PALMY DAYS— United Artists
TEN-TO-ONE, this will bring back film musicals in a veritable inundation. It's that good!
"Palmy Days" is a typical Cantor-and-nonsense show. What plot there is becomes merely the skeleton on which the comedy, the gags, the songs, the dances, the beauty, the action of this film have been hung.
It moves with zip from start to finish, with never a dull moment.
It's mostly Eddie Cantor, of course. He's never been funnier than as the sap in the trick bakery — an amazing cruller factory that's run entirely by gorgeous girls who wear as little as possible whenever possible. Ah, me . . .!
Cantor's gags are hilarious, whether old or new. Charlotte Greenwood is another grand funster.
Barbara Weeks, lovely and snappy, makes a sensational screen debut.
There are several songs, at least one of which — "Yes, Yes" — may prove a big hit. Eddie and Charlotte revive the chiropractor gag, and if that sequence doesn't tie audiences in knots, then nothing's funny. And in spite of the fact that the girls present extensive epidermic displays, the fun always manages to remain clean.
If they can make musicals like this, then there's no reason at all why they shouldn't come back.