Word: lupino
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...final curtain, there is proper material for brocaded dresses, sword play, romantic songs and fustian foolery. All this has been contributed. Helen Gilliland, an English actress, sings when she drops her white glove and on other occasions. For dancing, there are girls very Chester Hale and hearty. Barry Lupino, British clown, is funny without being dirty...
...which Watson Barratt has secured blendings of scenery and costume second only to those in Ames' "Merchant of Venice". But by this time Violet Carlson, yellow-haired and bandy-legged, has started being the only soubrette with a baby voice who was ever funny, and Barnett Parker and Barry Lupino have burlesqued all Flanders hip boots and picture hats out of sight...
...most part the music is no more than characteristic, "king of the Sword", "Believe in Me", and "What-ever It Is, I've Got It" are near-exceptions rendered with unction by Walter Woolf, Helen Gilliland and Lupino. The book is an in-and outer. A line drawn from the best of the gags--"Familiarity breeds attempt"--would bisect a line from the worst, which is something about horse and hoarse, somewhere near "Do you believe in the hereafter?.... Well,that's what I'm here after...
...naughty Parisian telephone operator who proves in Monte Carlo that she is honest, the Shuberts have cast two capable performers. Mitzi, light-footed, long-haired, emerges from the dim past to yodel stale lines with broad vocal nuances. About her plump, Hungarian person the show revolves. From Stanley Lupino, English comedian, it draws its light. This superb clown flashes one of the season's gems in his sensational disclosure of the shocking impotence of Calvin Coolidge, Alfred Smith and Lloyd George, none of whom can lay eggs, grow ostrich feathers, or sit like a house fly in the saccharine...
...Lupino Lane is not. Nor are those dancers in a revue which carries the trite title--"Southern Memories". Some of their steps are excellent, especially the flight of wooden ones on which they mix Charleston and Russian with occasional departures from the norm. Al Mitchell can return to Roseland. He and his band are not absolute necessities. In fact Mr. Arlen would not abide them. He would do just what a certain critic did the other night, only more so. Which after all as the birds which nest on the towers of Our Lady of the Evening would complacently chirp...