Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1925 - Feb 1926)

Advertising Section 111 The Screen in Review Continued from page 61 people. So all Leatrice Joy had to do was to say the word, and her husband became rich or poor at will. It was a case of now you see it, now you don't. Beggared by the stock market, he finds his wife with Sanford Gillespie, and starts choking her. Here is where the prize subtitle was used. It said, "Thank God you have blood in your veins instead of gold," and was spoken by Miss Joy. There is a typical Cecil De Mille party in it with confetti and everything. Not Tom's Best. Thomas Meighan isn't really a crook in "The Man Who Found Himself," so he really never lost himself. In other words, there is not much point to this story. Just how Booth Tarkington could condescend to write such a mediocre plot for a picture, will go down as one of the mysteries of the film world, and there are many of them. It is the kind of story where there is a shortage at the bank, and the heroic brother takes the blame to protect the cowardly one, who stole the money. The one bright spot of the whole thing was a brief glimpse of lovely Lynn Fontanne in a part that didn't matter in the least. She photographs beautifully. Ralph Morgan plays the role of the real offender, and does very well with it. Virginia Valli is the girl who misunderstands things. Norman Trevor appears for an instant, and so does Julia Hoyt, looking not at all like a beauty. She photographs very badly. In spite of this imposing cast, this might be anybody's picture. Society Again. "The Love Hour" begins with Coney Island and gayety, and ends with gilded palaces and attempted murder, with nothing in between to account for the change in temperature. The cast includes Ruth Clifford, Louise Fazenda, Willard Louis, and Huntley Gordon, and they all pretty nearly work themselves to death. They even have Miss Fazenda in curl papers, in case she might not be funny enough. Willard Louis is a composite picture of all the fat men in the world. It did my old heart good to see the scenes of wealth in the so-called society scenes. Huntley Gordon almost succumbed to a slow case of poisoning. Tod Browning's latest picture, "The Mystic," can't compare with "The Unholy Three," although the story has infinite possibilities. It deals with fake spiritualism, that interesting study which occupies so much of Mr. Houdini's time. Aileen Pringle is Zara, the strikingly handsome mystic, and Conway Tearle is the brains of the hoax. They manage to fool a wealthy young girl with messages from her dead father, and almost manage to take everything she has. Conway Tearle relents a little at this point, and I was almost afraid that he was going to reform enough to marry her. Gladys Hulette was the young heiress. Mr. Browning has an original way in handling his stories, and "The Mystic" makes fairly exciting entertainment. Odds and Ends. I liked "The Golden Princess," starring Betty Bronson. The story is by Bret Harte, and the title an unfortunate one, I think. Any suggestion of Betty Bronson and a fanciful plot is bound to fall rather flat. However, it is a story of the West and the gold rush. Betty looks exceedingly charming. When she grows older, I hope some one will cast her as Becky Sharp in "Vanity Fair," because she has enough slyness and sophistication to interpret it successfully. Phyllis Haver is very good as the fallen Kate Kent, young Betty's mother. Neil Hamilton is an attractive young man — and the hero, of course. "In the Name of Love," with Ricardo Cortez and Greta Nissen, is also fairly good entertainment. It is taken from a play by Bulwer-Lytton, and changed about a good bit to make it more modern. 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