Word: cinemanes
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Friedrich Feher is a better composer than he is cineman. His score is a pleasant, tinkly copy of Franz Schubert, accompanies the pictures so well that only 400 words are necessary. Technically, however, The Robber Symphony is early Keystone. The sound grinds, roars, squeaks. The photography is mostly bad, the acting lugubriously burlesqued, the fantasy laid on with a shovel. Two of the least unsuccessful fantasies: The dog's tail wagging to rhumba music; the dog wetting a man's trouser-leg because he will not give a penny for the music...
...Ostrers then went John Maxwell, chairman & managing director of the No. 2 British cinema company, Associated Brit ish Picture Corp., Ltd. Thickly set, be spectacled, abrupt, Cineman Maxwell has been plodding along in the wake of the volatile Ostrers for years, making less brilliant cinemas but more impressive balance sheets...
California's Santa Anita is the product of innumerable gold fillings by Dr. Charles H. Strub, whose chain of dentist parlors gave him the resources to buy into a San Francisco baseball club, later to join Cineman Hal Roach in putting $1,250,000 into a race track on the site of the late Elias Jackson ("Lucky") Baldwin's famed Santa Anita Rancho. Since Santa Anita Park opened on Christmas Day 1934, racing has become a major Hollywood hobby...
About a year ago dapper Brother Isidore decided that something should be done to lessen international cinema competition. When he mentioned this to Joe Schenck, that U. S. cineman agreed with him. And since plenty of cash might further the idea, they mentioned it to Nick Schenck, who not only runs the most consistently profitable U. S. cinema company, Loew's Inc., but also its prodigious production subsidiary, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. After much shuttling between London, Manhattan and Hollywood, Isidore Ostrer and Nick Schenck were able to sit down with Joe Schenck last week and face the Press united...
...last week, a 31-year-old millionaire named Howard Hughes was eating a combination breakfast and luncheon in Los Angeles. To this oilman-cineman-aviator came a telephone report that weather was fine all the way across the continent. Cramming a last mouthful Howard Hughes dashed out to Burbank, where for three days a stock model Northrop "Gamma" with a special engine had been waiting with 700 gallons of gasoline aboard. Stopping neither to get food nor to tell anyone but his timer that he was out to add the transcontinental non stop record to the world landplane speed mark...