Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1920)

^^'^%iM9ll^M\ -.J^, ' WEST IS EAST DO you Remember "Manhattan Madness?" The Picture That Allan Dwan Directed, With Douglas Fairbanks As a Westerner Who is Initiated Into the Wild Life of New York? He Ran Into Everything in the Way Of Wickedness That Manhattan had to Offer. Somebody Bet Allan Dwan That Nobody could Really Be Framed The Way Poor Doug was. Allan Took him. He Got a Magazine Editor, Some Nice Girls, An Artist and Other People. And Staged a Picture Party — With Bevo for Booze — And an Unsuspecting Publicity Man From the West Coast To Fall for it. He did. Dwan had Sold his Interest In the Mayflower Corporation To the Magazine Editor — (Playing a Crook) — For a Mere Song, And had Gambled Away His Hollywood House and Lot To One of the Ladies, when The Publicity Man Stepped In And Said, "Stop — Dwan, vou Can't Do That'!" and Drew him Aside, and Told him He was Being Buffaloed — And Advised him To Get Out Quick, Before he Lost His Watch. DWAN Kept It Up Until he'd Almost Proved to himself That he isn't Such A Bad Director. He Offered to Sign Up The Editor for Pictures (He Played his Part So Well) If he Would Leave his Magazine. Dwan has Attended At least Thirty-six Banquets Since he Enrolled as A Charter Member Of the Associated Producers. You Know, and I Know, That Mr. Thomas Ince And Mr. Allan Dwan Can Make Good Pictures, and That's Why they Organized This new Combination — But Just Now It Looks as if they Did It To Brush Up In their After-Dinner Speaking. But Say— 44 IJJ Evans Not such a bad Director. That Publicity Man Isn't Quite Sure Yet That the Frame-up was a Joke. He's Going To Tote a Gun Next Time he Comes to New York. MY intention had been To have a Quiet, serious Talk With Roscoe Arbuckle. I see Now How Wrong I was. Just as we Entered the Dining-room, Fa — Mr. Arbuckle Sneezed. He Couldn't Help it. Neither could You. But— It Came just at the Wrong Time — And I'm never Going To Criticize Again That Old Film Situation In which the Hero and Heroine, Successfully Hid from their Pursuer, Spoil it all with a Good, Healthy, A Few Impressions By DELIGHT EVANS Old-fashioned Kerchoo. That's what Roscoe did. Im.mediately It was as If He was the Only Customer. The Captain and The Waiters Came Running and Fairly Begged him. With Tears in their Eves, To Accept the Best Table. •'Hello, Roscoe!" It was Joseph Schenck — Mr. Norma Talmadge. He Stayed awhile. "I'm giving up slapstick," Said Roscoe, "I've signed a New Contract To Make Only Features In the Future. I'll Do 'Brewster's Millions' and 'The Travelling Salesman' Instead of The Two-reelers which Take Me Twenty-four Hours a Day to Make — (And I Can't Sleep Nights When I'm making one.) No — I'm going to let the Other Fellow Have the Trouble of Directing — And Devote my Own Time To Thinking Up Original Comedv Touches. Luke? Luke's Fine. Weighs — How are You, Marcus?" MARCUS LOEW, The New York Exhibitor, (His son married Adolph Zukor's Daughter) Sat Down at our Table And Told us How He Isn't Going to Let Any Poor Pictures Get Into his Theaters, if he Can Help it — even if He Produces 'em himself. And Roscoe Said Dreamily The Show he'd Enjoyed Most Not Even Excepting the New Ziegfeld Roof, Was "Abraham Lincoln." And that After All, it was Serious Things that Counted — You have to Take Things Seriously To Make Good. And that He's Never Going to Let Anything Unlifelike Creep Into His Comedies. And He Likes Harold Lloyd's Work— And I Never Did Find Out The Weight Of Luke, The Dog. I i