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Because the stars go there to play, the City on the Seine is a swell place to capture close-ups of notables, as this story proves
By Stiles Dickenson
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ARIS is putting on her best smile and gayest air. be
cause its beloved prodigal is once more at home. At home, not for just a vacation, but at home to actually make a film. The cause of this joy is Charles Boyer. "When he first went to Hollywood he arranged his contract so as to be free to make one film a year in Paris. Each year he has done this, or appeared on the stage, except last year. Then he could only manage a short visit but now he is hard at work on the production of "Le Venin" at the studios in Joinville, the Parisian Hollywood. I went out to the studio for a visit with Charles and found him in fine form. In France, after all sorts of hand-waving and shoulder-shrugging of the artistes (in France the actors are called artistes), the directors and electricians, they settled, legally, on the strict eight-hour-a-day program. So the work at the studio starts at noon and ends at eight o'clock at night. Many of the artistes play in
With pardonable pride, Charles Boyer points tor Paris at least once a year. This time he's doing a film there — a scene from which, center below, shows Boyer with Robert Manuel. Ruth Chatterton, at the right, really flies to Paris at every opportunity. Tullio Carminati, bottom center, vacations from film acting.
the theatres so this noon-starting hour pleases them greatly. Also, on the lighter side, those who love parties have all morning in which to get rid of that "morning after" look and feeling. At the comfortable hour of noon I rolled up to the studio restaurant for a bite of lunch with Charles. He was quite the center of attraction, even in the studio restaurant. Somehow, Hollywood gives one a dazzling halo. Even in other Ava'ks of life the casual mention of having been in Hollywood awakens a new light of interest in people's eyes. Charles didn't have time to finish his coffee as they needed him on the set. The scene was in a poor, sordid French version of a hall bedroom, so I knew I would have to depend on Charles' sparkling eyes and sly sense of humor for any lightness in these drab surroundings Every time he cuuld, he would run over between shots and chat with me. As the (Please turn to page 88)
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