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...reasons why The Man from Blankley's is unusual comedy. Its plot concerns an inebriated lord who, due to his condition and the heavy fog, arrives at the wrong house for dinner and is mistaken for a hired guest whom the hostess has ordered from an agency. The dialog is witty, and Barrymore, hiccupping slightly, plays through one lunatic scene after another with a charmingly satirical manner. He used to play in things like this long ago, at the beginning of a career which up to that time had made it seem more likely that he would turn...
...role in both guises. Elinor Glyn, ablest living fabricator of Sunday-supplement fiction, made it all up and did a job which, in spite of its puerile aspects, has possibilities as entertainment. What makes Suck Men Are Dangerous silly is not the plot, acting or direction, but the awful dialog, written by Ernest Vajda. Specimen lines...
...denominations in the U. S., 44 ordain women to the ministry. Perplexed Presbyterians will attempt to decide whether women shall be admitted to their pulpits at a general assembly in April. Typical of their baffled councils thus far was one held last week by the New York Presbytery. The dialog...
Simple Simon is the newest enterprise of Florenz (Follies) Ziegfeld. It sets a record for decorum exceeding even that of the latest Fred Stone revel (TIME, Feb. 24), probably not equalled since the belles of another generation swished their skirts naughtily in the direction of bald heads' row. Its dialog scarcely even alludes to any difference between the sexes and whenever any of its chorines appears in tights she is so drenched in colored lights, so safely enrapt in fantasy, that she might as well be wearing a mackintosh...
Author Pelham Grenville Wodehouse, in his way, is a master of musical-comedy dialog, especially in the dialect of the stage Englishman of very high or low degree. Mr. Mulliner Speaking is a collection of his sprightly tales: the narrator in each case is the affably reminiscent Mr. Mulliner, who holds forth to his jaw-dropped cronies in the bar of the Angler's Rest. In every case the hero, or the goat, is some pinheaded nephew or vague cousin of Mr. Mulliner's: the vicissitudes related are as improbable and as fetching as the language they...