Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1947)

p 10 u is the quick way to say '*0Ay “RC WON MY VOTE IN THE TASTE-TEST!” says Janis.'T tried leading colas in pa per cups and found Royal Crown Cola tasted best!” Try it! Say “RC for me!” That’s the quick way to get a quick-up with Royal Crown Cola — best by taste-test! , ' * ' % . IliS IS sx ilii * says JANIS PAIGE starring in “CHEYENNE” a Warner Bros. Picture Best by taste-test own lives, to correct their mistakes subtly and then to send them out with the promise of better citizenship. The point that’s driven home is the family life from which the “bad” children spring, and the fact that it is sometimes middle-class parents who do the most harm to their children. As another shot in the arm of the juvenile delinquency problem, this will do very well. Your Reviewer Says: Straight stuff on delinquency. The Egg anti I (Universal) THIS is a disappointment. Any resemblance in this mediocre film to the funraising characters of the best-seller must have gotten there by mistake. For instance, Claudette Colbert is a chic, well-groomed Betty. She can wallow in mud, scrub floors and fall off a roof and still emerge looking ready to model country clothes for Vogue. The rowdy Kettles of the book have degenerated into a slaphappy pair with, heavens above, a handsome clean young son who works hard so he can go to college! The final sin is the dragging in, via shining station wagon, of blonde Louise Allbritton, who owns a million-dollar farm down the road and is on the make for Bob. The farm looks a little broken-down and deserted — that is, just for a moment. But before you can get a second look, it’s all cleaned up, shiny, comfortable and anything but the deserted patch of wilderness that Betty-of-the-book had to contend with. Bob is an affable and charming Fred MacMurray who likes to get dressed up in tails, have dinner with his wife by candlelight and pretend they’re at Twentyone! This should be enough to warn you that this isn’t “The Egg and I.” It’s two other movies — neither of them good. Marjorie Main as Ma Kettle does manage to salvage a piece of wit here and there; the forest fire, the Indians, Stove are present but for all the fun they are they might as well have been omitted. Your Reviewer Says: The omelet fell. The Woman on the Beach (RKO) IF THIS is a sample of what’s happening to the “wicked ladies” of the eftrrent cycle, they better pack them all up and put them away on the shelf. Joan Bennett makes a fine Mrs. Macomber, but she had something sensible to work with there. Now she’s supposed to be a man-snarer who slinks along a lonely beach making rendezvous with Coast Guarder Robert Ryan in the deserted wreck of a war-ghost ship. Since Ryan has a bad case of war nerves, this living in the shadows with a married woman just isn’t good for him. Wouldn’t you think he’d snap out of it and go back to that nice Nan Leslie who was all set to marry him before Joan sneaked in. To complicate things, there’s Charles Bickford, the husband, who does some excellent work in the demanding role of a blind man. Things get steadily more muddled with all sorts of impossible dialogue and impossible happenings filtering in with the fog until you just want to push everybody over the cliff. This had a chance, with Ryan, Bennett and Bickford there to help, but it got too confused with its own neurotic idea. Your Reviewer Says: Psychology goes haywire.