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Directors Ernst Lubitsch, Norman Taurog, Stephen Roberts, Norman McLeod, James Cruze, William A. Seiter and H. Bruce Humberstone were responsible for various episodes of If I Had a Million and 16 Paramount writers took part in what must have been the highly amusing game of writing it. As fodder for the cinema public, If I Had a Million has the disadvantage of lacking sustained suspense. This may prevent it from starting a cycle. Good shot : Mr. Bennett gasping with fury when, picking up a telephone book to start his scheme, he happens first on the name of John D. Rockefeller...
...week than any of the many opera rumors of the past year. Soprano Maria Jeritza and Tenor Beniamino Gigli, both out of the Metropolitan this year, were two names connected with it. Richard Strauss, the story went, would be one of its conductors, Fritz Reiner another. Max Reinhardt, Ernst Lubitsch and Robert Edmond Jones would stage its productions in up-to-date fashion. Youthful members of Society would be called upon for support instead of the staid and settled folk who sit in the boxes at the Metropolitan Opera House. Would this be the opera company to establish itself...
Trouble in Paradise (Paramount) is a triumph of direction and decor which could have been accomplished only by that scowling, heavy-jowled Teuton who is Paramount's chief contribution to the civilized cinema, Ernst Lubitsch. As a rule, Director Lubitsch likes to run songs through his pictures, to accent moods and italicize bon mots. This time the songs are inaudible but they are somehow implied in the flavor of the picture?like the olive which can be tasted in a good Martini cocktail even when it is not there...
Paramount invariably gives Director Lubitsch expert casts and this time he had Herbert Marshall for the role of a romantic crook, Miriam Hopkins for the crook's accomplice and inamorata, and Kay Francis for the patrician lady they set out to rob. Miss Francis obligingly makes Herbert Marshall her secretary and then falls in love with...
Turning, if we have not already turned, from the autumn offerings of the Hollywood general staff, we may cool our prematurely furrowed brown and indulge in one or two genuinely escapist, laughs at the presentation of "A Noun, La Liberte." Not even Lubitsch, whose sophistication is in the grand manner, has made anything half so gay. And for the intellectuals present there are implications, yes indeed...