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...remember, and their notes on the subject differ. She began dancing for tourists when she was four, in the family cave in the gypsy quarter of Granada. The footloose Amayas took her to dance at the Barcelona exhibition when she was about seven, let her appear in Singer Raquel Meller's show in Paris a year later...
There was a girl he used to send violets to. (Sniff! Sniff!) What was her name? "Roses are red, violets blue." (Sniiiiiff!) Not blue?purple?but very pleasant and sleep-provoking. Raquel Meller is standing on his nose singing to him, throwing violets all over his face. ... As the surgeon begins slicing him open he lies buried under a pile of sweet-scented violets...
...intended to be clear Chaplin-feeling that his story must be understood by everyone, even the stupid or the distracted-would have the scene refilmed. In rest intervals he would play "Violetera" on his harmonium and sing an imitation of Spanish words to it in the manner of Raquel Meller. One afternoon he nearly lost his mustache. He has had the same one for 15 years. A Manhattan theatrical barber picked it out for him. He says that if he ever loses it he will play smooth shaven. On this day he came in just in time...
Among Mr. Cochran's other blandishments are suave Jester Jack Buchanan and an ingratiating ingenue named Jessie Matthews. There is also Tina Meller, sister of the famed Raquel, a smoldering mite whose dances are Castillian and carnal, and the Griffiths Brothers whose appearance disguised as a horse proves again that nothing is much funnier than the combination of animal aspect and human behavior. Neglecting ambitious scenery and lavish chorus effects, Mr. Cochran has revitalized the decrepit revue formula with large doses of the unfailing remedy of personality. Wake Up and Dream succeeds because it contains individuals who do individual...
...Oppressed (French). Never at her best even in the comparative intimacy of a theatre because she needs a smaller place, a cabaret where she can count on every inflection of her face and voice, Raquel Meller acts like a phantom for the camera's phantom audience. Her gestures are uncertain and stylized, yet she does not seem to be a phantom of herself but of some other actress, perhaps Bernhardt, perhaps Duse. Bernhardt made a cinema 17 years ago that was a good deal like this.* It was a costume drama too, and even with the experimental craftsmanship...