Screenland (Dec 1933-Apr 1934)

for December 19 3 3 25 Imagine Jimmy Dunn in a frankly comic role! He has a grand part and makes the most of it. Can this beauty with him be Lona Andre? She can; she is! Fixed Budgets even demanded change from thousand Why, the\ doll bills — those bits of dingy paper the stars used to give their kiddies to play with ! And Hollywood became duller, stupider, and more moral than Coon Hollow on a quiet Sunday. But there's still Balm in good old Gilead ! I blubber no longer. I howl with glee — I give the Rebel Yell and the Texas Ranger hoot ! Today, for taxi-fare amounting to some eightyfive cents, I can get my homesick carcass to a movie studio that, at the moment of going to press, is as dippy, daffy, and deliriously delightful as the unholy Hollywood of '29, when the new-fangled talkies had driven the whole film world loony, and veteran stars were learning to speak English. Hear me, you who loved the movies in their dizzier days ! Over on the Long Island flats, where the geese go barefoot and the cops walk four abreast, just over the river from Manhattan's Heaven-piercing towers, the famou /old Eastern Studio of Paramount has come to life again ! It had slept in the shadows for nearly two years, that Just one more flash from this dizzy film. Jimmy Dunn, again, with Lillian Roth this time. No wonder that old studio came back to life! hallowed spot — dreaming of the days when Gloria Swanson was its crowned queen at $10,000 cash, American money, every Saturday night. It was there that the great stars of now made their first talkie bows— Walter Huston and Kay Francis and Claudette (Continued on page 8g)