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...Class of 1944: John Lawrence Bianchi, Thomas Montgomery Gregory, Jr., Allan Prescott Locke, William Crane Palson, Jr., James Black Wilcox. Cum Laude: Robert Louis Bernstein and Phillip James Scanlon...
Whatever may be said in the continuing battle of words of stage vs. screen, "Without Love," Phillip Barry's play of a few years back, has become as a motion picture far more entertaining fare than much of what clutters up the Shubert chain today...
...Phillip Barry's play was mostly Hepburn. Its plot was flimsy; it was, after all, just a simple courtship within an artificial framework, something that oriental and royal couples go through all the time. Stewart's added persiflage is amusing and unassuming. What makes "Without Love" thoroughly refreshing is the superior acting of la Hepburn, buoyant, mature, clever, with more than peaches-and-cream, and with as much sex as she can muster...
...story: the ace photographer, the most succulent female feature writer, the foreign editor and the female managing editor of a reasonably LIFE-like picture magazine tour Mexico, Cuba and Brazil, gathering orchid buds where they may for a good-neighborly musical revue. Photographer Phillip Terry, Writer Audrey Long and her fiance (Marc Cramer) sweat out the love interest; Editress Eve Arden is primed with metropolitan wisecracks; Editor Robert Benchley explains the samba, and Ernest Truex adds an eerily funny moment as a mad millionaire who likes to cry hopefully to his guests, "Happyhappy-HAPPY!" In the course of their work...
...love story is as complicated as radar and as contrived as a screen queen's eyelashes. Yet scene by scene, as played by the extremely personable Phillip Terry (third and present husband of Joan Crawford) and by subtly tough Audrey Long, it becomes about twice as real as the run of movie love bouts. The singing and dancing numbers are on the whole refreshingly lacking in Hollywood's normal polish; they have, indeed, a good deal of the seamy vitality of authentic floor shows. Even more authentic is Robert Benchley's sleepy applause...