Picture-Play Magazine (1933)

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Hollywood. California Jack Oakie and a wrestler acted by Warren I Iymer. So the men pretend to walk out on him rather than stand in his way. This sacrifice is played with a sentimental self-satisfaction rarely encountered in masculine psychology, but it is made plausible by Messrs. Collier, Oakie, and Hymer because of first-class acting. Mixed up in this simple premise is love embodied by Marian Nixon and Zasu Pitts and villainy personified by William Boyd. Lew Cody, and numerous underworld cohorts who are beaten up by a group of old-time sports celebrities in a rather stirring finish. "They Call It Sin." "Sin" is here used to garnish a trite story, the title having no discernible relation to the picture. So much for futile, misleading showmanship. Otherwise the film is mediocre ; not annoyingly so, but nevertheless strictly routine, unimaginative, and devoid of strength or even the politest suspense. View it, and one's mind wanders far. Loretta Young, a country organist with a lot of clothes, goes to the city to make her fortune with her music, only to discover that the young business man who encouraged her to break away is engaged to another. J lis friend is. however, sympathetic and you feel that when Miss Young has had adventures enough to conMime the requisite reels, he will be her salvation. This is exactly what happens, a theatrical producer being the sleekly evil element in Miss ¥oung's life, lie falls from the balcony of his penthouse, whereupon there is spirited competition among the characters to assume the guilt in order to "save" somebody else. This is when the right man steps in, with matrimony Miss Young's haven. George Brent, in this character, gives a dull performance and David Manners, as the jilting juvenile, is too consciously engaging to be taken eriously. Louis Calhern, Elizabeth Patterson, and Una Merkel are better, but theirs is a thankless task and the burden of a flat picture scarcely helps to proclaim Miss Young's superior talent. "Hat Check Girl." Believe this and you will believe that all coatroom girls are romantic damsels sought in marriage by millionaire playboys, that stern fathers first disapprove and then ferret out an early indiscretion of the girl with a gossip columnist, but everything is cleared up happily. You may even believe the girl when she tritely says "But I was just a kid" in explaining her first false step. It all depends on how many pictures you have seen. This one is only tolerable to the initiate who finds it incredible, labored and frequently dull, with long stretches when the plot grows thin and antic whimsicalities are indulged in by the playboy hero. His drolleries are silly rather than stimulating and one sympathizes with Ben Lyon for having to go through such coltish paces. Sally Eilers, as the hat-check madonna, no doubt does as she is told, but instructions, plus her own ability, fail to make the girl more than a casual acquaintance. Ginger Rogers, her former prettiness obscured by plumpness, is brightly wisecracking, and Monroe Owsley is appropriately caddish as the columnist who is conveniently bumped oft". "Chandu." If we must look to radio for the authorship of screen plays, as seems to be the case with increasing frequency, the future is nothing short of dire. It is disquieting to realize that millions of listeners-in have taken seriously the stuff that forms the basis of this picture. Seemingly its only claim to a place on the screen is the publicity attendant upon its representation on the air. Compounded of all the hokum that ever was associated with yogi crystalgazing, its story content recalls kindergarten days of movie fiction — a state long since outgrown. In short, this exhibit is a descent into the abysmal of moronic appeal, without the saving grace of being unconsciously funny. Instead it is drearily earnest in its exposition of occult hocuspocus. Edmund Lowe in the title role is called upon to don a turban and perform miracles as well as sleight of hand in confounding Roxor, who purposes to destroy civilization by means of a death-ray machine. There's a lovelorn Oriental princess named Nadji, otherwise an Ameri