Screenland (May-Oct 1934)

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52 WHAT ISTHt AUDIENCE DOINEAU MM SCREliNLAND Here they are, Mr. MacArthur and Mr. Hecht, under one of their inimitable studio signs! Hollywood's Bad Boys Make a Movie! HUMORISTS still call the old Paramount film plant on Long Island, New York, a "movie studio." Of course, it is no such thing. The glorious old dump is a combination haunted house and boobyhatch at the moment. It is haunted by the glamorous ghosts of Gloria Swanson, Dick Dix, the Four Marx Brothers and countless others of The Old Brigade. And just now it is the prize lunatic asylum on God's verdant footstool. Ben Hecht and Charlie McArthur, Hollywood's leading madmen, are making movies out there on their own, and the screams can be heard as fatas Albanv on a clear day. You know these boys. MacArthur, when not scrib Ben "Front Page" Hecht and Charlie "Mr. Helen Hayes" MacArthur turn producersand what producers! Read this exclusive account of their amazing adventure By Leonard Hall mmmi\m\\mm\\ bling or fighting with Hecht, is Mr. Helen Hayes. Hecht is the divine nut who discovered movie riches when he dashed off the magnificent "Underworld" some years ago, and has since filled his saddle-bags with accursed film gold, laughing loudly at Hollywood and its "art" the while. Not long ago the boys, between cartwheels, sold Paramount on the idea of letting them produce their own pictures at the Long Island plant. And the fun began!