Picture-Play Magazine (1932)

12 Continued from page 10 Joan's Modernistic Eyebrows. WHY all this adverse criticism of Joan Crawford's change in appearance? One fan even goes so far as to say she looks popeyed. Almost every star on the screen has her eyebrows plucked till they are scarcely more than a thin line. I, for one, think it enhances their beauty, even though it does not look natural. After all, with all this craze for modernistic effects we must accept the change in women's appearance along with the rest. Joan Crawford has always been one of my favorites and judging from what I hear, she is a favorite of nearly every other girl. One of the greatest compliments a uirl can receive is to be copied by others of her sex, and Joan Crawford is copied by high-school, college, and office girls, and the feminine contingent of the "Four Hundred" of every town. What more could one wish? Joan still has her vivacious personality, and her acting grows better with every picture. I did not approve of her blond hair, but it filmed well. Marie Walkkk. 1733 West Fifty-second Street, Los Angeles, California. Young Fan and Old Stars. BEING only sixteen years old, I am not prejudiced or basing my opinions on memory of the old-time stars when they were favorites. Their charm for me is just us fresh as it was for an adoring public years ago. There is Pauline Frederick, who gave a fine performance and lent most of the dignity to "This Modern Age." Her authoritative acting, her vibrant voice — she is far ahead of some of the upstarts of to-day. There are now several actresses, almost her age, who are considered great, but in my opinion can't compare with her. I hope to see her starred again soon. She is an actress. Elsie Ferguson is my favorite. What a beautiful performance she gave in "Scarlet Pages" ! I have been awaiting her next picture, but she evidently Isn't making any more. She has real ability, the most cultured voice I have heard, and that strange magnetism that draws people. Oh. 1 could use many adjectives, but you The burdens of office are reflected in the face of this mayor-actor, whose name you surely know. What the Fans Think who like that type, don't miss her if you get another chance to see her! Here is a fine example of restrained acting. Miss Ferguson has strong emotional feeling — strongly restrained. Constance Bennett, on the other hand, has no emotion to restrain. Janet Stewart. 12391 Cedar Road. Cleveland Heights, Ohio. A Hand for Gilbert. ABOUT four years ago my favorite was John Gilbert. I well remember how thrilled I was over his pictures, especially those in which he played opposite Garbo. To me he was the handsomest, most dashing actor on the screen. I was proud of the photos he sent to me. When the talkies came Gilbert was out for a time. Then I saw "Phantom of Paris." What a splendid picture ! And John Gilbert's performance was perfect. It is proof that Gilbert is every bit as fascinating and appealing as he used to be in the silents. I sincerely hope he is given good roles and an opportunity to come back to the great success he had in the past. Elinor Garrison Henderson. 521 Puget Street, Olympia, Washington. Sheik. Sheik, Who'll Be Sheik? I'M ah ardent Gable fan, simply adoring that hombre, but I do not think he is the type to play the Sheik. Chester Morris? Mitzi Green as Clcopatra would be more effective. Some one suggested Barry Norton, and I suggest Don Alvarado, one of the most romantic men on the screen. Of course no one else's performance will make us forget the original and only Sheik. Those who do not understand why ninety per cent of movie fans worship at Garbo's shrine may read this little poem by Robert Burns, and perhaps they will understand. "To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For Nature made her what she is. An' never made anither L" Bertha C. Lambert. Benson, Arizona. Who'll Bell the Cats? THE article "Home Sheiks Versus Foreign" by Madeline Glass was amusing, but as she can speak only for herself, I must take exception to what she >aid about Ramon Novarro. He is certainly the most perfectly formed man on the screen by fifty per cent. His face is not too narrow, or too anything. He is masculine perfection as to beauty, and if a good picture of him had been used, it would have spoken for itself. Now won't some one with a facile pen write an article about the physical defects of the writers, especially those with flat heads, big mouths, or floppy ears ? An American Fan. Waltham, Massachusetts. Norman Foster's There. HAYING noticed the efforts of the studios to make stars of less-talented juveniles, I am surprised that Norman Foster has not been exploited. Here is a very personable actor who is talented, experienced, human, and capable. In all his work with Paramount, he displayed unusual ability and never failed to turn in a splendid performance. I have never missed a picture in which he appeared. His screen performances are. as a rule, so faithful to life that it is possible the fans are unaware that they are seeing real acting and therefore fail to register their approval. Often the posing and face-making indulged in by some of the players, which is not acting at all, wins the applause of the fans, and then their letters flow into Hollywood like a flood. Robert J. Bernard. 4210 Woodlea Avenue, Baltimore, Marvland. Sophistication plus is the impression the artist, Luske, got of this darkhaired lady. Campus Echoes. A GROUP of college students, in discussing the stars, asked these questions : Will there ever be another actress as great as Greta Garbo? What's so good about Joan Blondell? Does Joan Crawford imagine she's goodlooking as a blonde? Why doesn't Helen Twelvetrees go ahead and cry? Why can't one see more of that beauty, Greta Nissen? Does Constance Bennett really think she's clever ? Why aren't there more actors with the manners of Ivan Lebedeff? Why doesn't Hedda Hopper have her face lifted ? Why doesn't Nancy Carroll go take care of her kid? Why doesn't Irene Rich retire because of old age? Why aren't there more refreshing girls like Dorothy Lee? Why isn't Dolores Costello given a real chance to come back? Harold Schneider. 426 South Third Avenue, Washington, Iowa. Please Stop Panning Buddy f THIS might well be called an open letter to Norbert Lusk, editor of this publication and also its film reviewer, whose criticisms in general are cleverly and interestingly done, boasting in addition that too rare quality — a sense of humor. But, my dear Mr. Lusk, your adverse attitude toward Buddy Rogers is provoking, to say the least. Is there nothing the young man might do that would win him one jot of favor and an occasional word of praise from your typewriter? Undoubtedly a fan has no right to voice a word against a critic, but truly I know that if one player in a cast of hysterical