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...good clean fun on board ship in "The Captain Hates The Sea," makes us wonder how we ever withstood the lewd sallies of Will Housen movies. Leon Errol, Alison Skipworth, Helen Vinson, Victor McLaglen, and John Gilbert make up an able cast. The captain's uncanny urge to dip beards into soup by pushing the elbows that support them adds a tenseness which is truly genuine. The head steward aware of this weakness forces a passenger to sit next to the captain who provides him with the beard-elbow-soup combination which he is unable to resist. John Gilbert...
...Victor McLaglen and Edmund Lowe, as divers this time go through their usual clowning; and in the end as usual neither of them gets the girl, who is Sally Blaine. It's a good show provided you like Victor and Edmund...
...performs as a prostitute with more principles than profits. In Wharf Angel Toy (Dorothy Dell) is a San Francisco bad girl, rehabilitated by her pure love for Como (Preston Foster). He is a soap box socialist hounded by the police for a murder he did not commit. Turk (Victor McLaglen), also in love with Toy, helps Como escape. This leads to two climactic moments which, like the heroine, appear to have been dredged up from the past: the one in which Como and Turk, after a trip to China and back spent in exhaustive conversation about their romances, finally discover...
Keith-Boston--"The Lost Patrol". Shilling shocker with Victor McLaglen. Long and moderately diverting stage show of the abortive musical type designed for the movie palaces...
...might be expected, palms go to Messrs. McLaglen, Denny, and Karloff for natural performances. Good shots for each: last man McLaglen, almost in hysteria, surveying the mounds of his comrades, digging his own grave, and settling into it with a machine gun and a rifle; old trooper Denny detailing the willing charms of various duskies; Karloff, crazed into fanaticism, striding in his rags, lighting the dunes with his sanctified grin, and deliberately poking into the sand, at every step, his eight-foot, roughwood cross...