Evening star., 1932-10-30

says 1neCCOfe DTelSeF III
i The American Spec
tator." Even Lind
bergh's adventure has been
duplicated until one more Atlantic
flight is about as thrilling as one
more Hollywood movie. Too many
boats and trains taking people
around the world. Too many
worlds equipped exactly like every
other, with boats and trains and
hotels and advertising agents,
until there is scarcely world to
which one would repair with
either dreams or Zest. And in SO
far as the jungle, wherever 1t Is,
is concerned, not a sunrise on
any jungle today but reveals a
band of moving picture directors
and actor adventurers, with guns
and cameras and machine guns,
staging stale and already Wearl-
some scenes with trained tigers
and captive and coWed snakes
and rhinoceri, while hired Coney-
Islandized natives and their
children dance about and supply
color. Surfeit until at last, one
more jungle. one more toothy
lion or forward rushing rhinoceros
is as thrill-less as a glass of sar-
saparilla."
This is a timely warning to a
Hollywood which is becoming so
overcroWded with sameness that
its future becomes more Of a
puzzle than the rest Of Mr..
Dreiser's surfeited world put to-
gether.
Whittier Hollywood? Which way
the cinema? And. above all. what
is to be done with too much of
this muchness?
The film industry at this mo-
ment, after year of prodlgiouS
achievement you have only to
look back over this seasons crop
to realize what tremendous ad-
vances have been madeD, is suf-
fering from a bad attack of too
much of everything. This is
where the stage has the upper
hand. You can't have Kath-
arine Cornell playing in three
tlltdUtlS dU OliCC.
Think of the number OF people,
of things, of places, OF faces you
have seen too much Of lately!
mink of that agonizing moment
when. slumped down in your the
ater chair. you suddenly come
face to face with that same crea-
ture who baffed you last week
in a different kind of a tllm-
which nevertheless had the same
kind of a cast and the ldentca4
heroine.
There should be a law passed
providing that stars should De
seen and heard only once every
siy months. In that way you
could get your breath ana try
other to get over not liking them
or liking them. . o,,,,,
Think back, for instance. only
2 few weeks ago. A local lneaIel
showed Norma Shearer IN
"Strange Interlude.' Scarceiy
had she stopped being miserable
aud tortured as Nina LEEDS than
Sbe became Kathleen ana
Moonveen at another theater IN
"Smilin' Through You were
still iibbering over her neurotlc-
isms in one, only to lind her
voung and smiling and full OF
moonbeams and honeysuckle IN
the other. Somehow we expected
her any minute, in one OF lne
climaXes of the Jane Cowl story,
to stop and pant out a FURIOUS
hit of O'Neilism. Why was !
shot? At my wedding-My good
ness-Here I am shot-ThereS a
hole as big as an apple in my
side-My goodness I'm dylng-at
nv Wedding-Dear me-What
shall I do? I can't speak-No-l
can't speak-But l love my nus
band-except that he isn't my
husband-Here, there, where S the
ring?-That's right, John, put II
on my finger-Now we are mar
ried-Hurray!-NoW can die-1
am dying-Hurray!-Good-by.
Nina Leeds popped up at us all
the way ,tinn through ghoares eSmlIln, m5s
radiant and quite charming in
the Jane Cowl role. You could
cry rivers over her. Yet she un-
ouestionably had an O'Neil hang
oyer-as far as seeing her was
concerned. You remembered
most vividly that handsome and
effective powdering of her hair.
ANY minute you expected Clark
Gable to come along and take
Sey out for a ride.