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A grand, rowdy, combination movie-musical comedy -vaudeviWe show
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-siannie, meet the * folks. Folks, Fannie. You'll like her — in her own
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words, youll be 'crazy for her.' Youll have to be yourself with Fannie. She forgets she's a lady in "My Man" and youll forget your manners laughing at her. Her first film is gay, infectious, lowbrow entertainment— a grand, rowdy combination movie-musical comedy -vaudeville
^Fannie Brice is the First Female Clown of the American stage. And such is her hilarious effect upon me that I am about to forget what I owe the one or two leading movie comediennes and install Fannie as^ the supreme funny woman of the screen. She's not only funny— she is ingratiating. This pathos stuff has been overworked among comedians, but Fannie brings a new brand that you won't be ashamed to sniff at. Miss Brice is a very real actress and a most engaging personality when she chooses to 'play it straight.'
"My Man" is, next to Jolson s "Sincinc Fool," the smoothest vehicle a stage celebrity ever rode to screen fame in. Concocted for Fannies talents, it not only affords the star ample opportunity to perform her special ties, but it is very fair entertainment on its 'own account. The star is seen as a sewing-machine girl— one of those mothering hearts usually so objectionable but, as played by Fannie, just good-natured. She big-sisters Edna Murphy and little brother, and finally a man, Guinn Williams, who, much to his surprise, is soon found enacting the title role of
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the film. Oh, yes, there's a plot, but I don t want to get mixed up in it. Enough that now and then it stops to allow Fannie to sing her best songs, such as "I'm an Indian "Spring," and— yes, indeed— "My Man ; and to recite "Mrs. Cohen at the Beach, which 1
humbly consider one of the Great Moments in the theater, rivalling Charles Chaplin's most inspired clowning. I know Miss Brice's masterpiece is a monologue rather than pantomime and that it wouldn't be possible without sound equipment; but what of that? It's a classic no matter what you call it. The direction is more than adequate. There is one scene in the factory, recording the whirr of the sewingmachines and the buza of the workers' voices, which is the nearest to artistic illusion the talkies have attained. Edna Murphy as the scheming sister is so much more exciting than she ever was as a sweet girl that it makes you wonder if there is any justice in the movies. The new Miss Murphy will never be out of a job. If you like to laugh, see My Man" with that funny woman, Fannie Brice.
If the talkies are carrying on that noble old tradition of 'A laugh first and last,' with Fannie and Al contributing, let's give them a big welcome!
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