Evening star., 1940-04-06

mt of a role for which she Is suited
llusioned in the degree of approba-
ton her performance receives.
The Earle's current screen attrac-
ton, which happens to be the mo-
ton picture mentioned above, is a
superbly cast, ably directed and pro-
flciently enacted piece. There is
entertainment in almost every foot
of celluloid, which makes it worth
the price of a look to those whose
single demand of the cinema is en-
tertainment, despite its failure to
prove conclusively that the girl of
the too cute adjective is to be Holly
woods greatest star.
Miss Sheridan plays Sarah Jane
Ryan, spirited daughter of a spirited
Irish cook who has become co-pro-
prietor of a boarding house through
her former mistress will. Sarah Jane
has been around" singing in night
clubs, even in Atlantic City, but is
a good girl, and we'll equipped in
wits and tongue to deal effectively
with predatory fellows, including
gangsters, bent on enticing her into
shagging down Primrose boulevard.
When Sarah Jane speaks out via
the Sheridan larynx, one is con-
vinced she means it, whether she is
telling off Humphrey Bogart, the
mobster who hides out in the Vic
torian boarding house, or Jeffrey
Lynn, son of her mothers partner,
who, like herself, has been away
from home, only longer.
Miss Sheridan's acting is fine, as
is her singing cGaucho Serenade"
and a song about clipping an angels
wings are in this one), but Mr..
Bogart's troubles with the two land
ladies, played by Una O'Connor and
Jessie Busley. as we'll as Miss Flint,
the old maid who reads detective
stories (zasu Pitts. provide the
most pleasure. Bogart finding his
room full of stuffed birds and
animals, Bogart (the sissy having
his cigar snatched out of his
mouth and replaced by a spoonful
of broth, Bogart being confronted
in his chamber by Miss Pitts, who
discovers his identity and is deter
mined to use it to her advantage
these are items at which it is pos
sible to evidence glee without effort.
Mr.. Bromfield's situation and Mr..
Bromf1eld's characters are amusing,
and the Warmers have treated them
most conscientiously. The ham"
magician, the poet and another
fellow whose mind is in the past are
limned amusingly by Felix Bressart,
man.
When Bogart, chafing at confine-
,ment turns the old mansion into
a night club, show of the gay and
gas-lit COS is presented with Miss
Sheridan and Lynn, pianist-com-
poser, as the stars. Their obvious
love for each other touches the
hoodlum, and when he decides to
take certain rap" rather than
pin it on our Jeffrey, the happy final
clinch is only few frames away.
This show of softness probably is
destined to disgust those who like
their Bogart straight, but 'It All
Came True" still is fun most of the
way.
The lady who wanted the theater
doorman to tell her what time she
should come in ito miss the cc1ne-
dian" would have no worry if she
showed up at the Earle this week,
for the stage show consists of sing
ing, dancing, juggling and trapeze
work, all done by girls. Producer
Harry Anger's current offering even
boasts a girl orchestra leader, Roxy
cite Eileen Ritter. The exuberant
Miss Ritter demonstrates little con-
troll over the pit orchestra, but she
waves the baton madly, the band
swings out madly, and it makes
for good rocking jive. The extra
service Roxyette also bangs piano
and drums a bit and sings number.
Trixie Gust Trixie) contributes
eight minutes Of plain and intricate
juggling of discs, hoops and rubber
balls, and is an accomplished per-
former In this field. The other now
city act Is the Five Herzogs, per-
forming on the trapezes, with one
of the troupe stepping out Of the
audience to coax outlaws when she
essays the rigging while attired In
street clothes and carrying purse.
This completely feminine show Is
rounded out by two dance acts, the
Dancing Debs. tappers, and Sylvia
and Clemence. Offering hokum hoof-
ing with falls, and the Roxyettcs'
numbers. which include routine
with hoops.