Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1954-09-10

ment-B and it is deliciously bless
cent of the days when Hollywood
didn't have to give a damn.
There's a hero, dark, DASH
ing gambling fellow played by
Dale Robertson. And two he
roines, no less. One of these lat
ter is a New Orleans society
belle, Yvette Rivage she's called,
who comes equipped with state
illness and one of the phoniest
aristocratic accents since the
Louisiana Purchase.
The other. bless her hoyden-
fish heart, is river brat played
by Zebra Paget whose eyelashes
are as long as the branches of
a willow tree in a high wind and
whose costumes could not be
more attractive if the bodice
zippers were permanently stuck
at the bottom. Living on a small
tenement of a river boat, Miss
Paget has limitlesS opportunities
to fall into the water and come
up with her clothes clinging
like well, like nothing at all.
The villain team is composed
of collection of smooth opera
tors from the postwar South's
upper and lower classes and cap
able of playing the first stringers
in virtue to a Commute tie.
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The late Leonard Goldstein
who backstopped the parent
studio, busy with Robes"
Egyptians" ETC., by turning out
routine filler films, missed not a
single bet in this one. Working
in sets that will be as familiar
as the street they live in to many
moviegoers, he keeps his little
low-cost New Orleans sizzling
from one end of the hackneyed
script to the other.
When Robertson is not amor
ously fitting with Miss Paget or
Lisa Daniels (the belle with the
untinkling voice., he is fighting
for his life against the aristo-
cratic hotheads of the levee
country. Or, worse still, one Of
their hired killers.
Such is the drugging impact
of Gambler from NatcheZ," that
two critics sat through it until
Miss Paget has herself tucked
away in the hero's arms in the
final scene.
It is the perfect reminder of
what movies used to be before
television goaded them into
thinking of something other
than Miss Paget's wardrobe and
those almost endless eyelashes.
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"SHANE'S" EVERYWHERE:
Take it from Paul Twitchell, of
the Western avenue Twitchells,
travel certainly broadens one on
the subject of Shane" Writes
he:
Driving along a highway in
East Tennessee one recent eve
ming, I stopped at a light. A city
bus crossing the highway startled
me almost out of my wits. It
was a sawed-off, runty looking
vehicle with an electric sign
about four feet high on it's side
advertising Shane in flashing
lights.
Wasn't a week later while
lying on a beach at Atlantic City
looking up at a clear hiue sky
that almost pumped out of my
bathing trunks. There, flying
overhead, was a plane with a
streamer advertising Van Helm
In Shane!
Frankly, I got nervous pros
tration, because I knew that if
were to follow my inclination
for a swim that there would be
a school of fish passing by with
a banner advertising Van Helm
in Shane"
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BULLETIN BOARD: Slowly,
but surely nonetheless, this cor
ner gets around to announcing
that the new president of the
American Educational Theater
Association is Father Gilbert v.
Hartke of Catholic University.
The association includes
1900 drama educators in Amer
lean universities and colleges.
Starting yesterday. Susan
Slept Here" entered it's fourth
week at the Ontario. Next: