Word: plotting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Catchy, rhythmic music, a trained and finished chorus, tap dancing, juggling, acrobatics, and a fast-moving, hilarious plot are all mixed in proper amounts, and the result, on exhibition at the Hasty Pudding Club House last night, is one of the best Pudding shows in many years...
Investigation disclosed that the parcel had been mailed from the nearby University postal station. While Syracusans last week gossiped excitedly about the bold "Communist" student plot against the life of conservative, close-mouthed Chancellor Flint, up stepped a timid undergraduate in the University's School of Architecture to name himself and 25 fellow-students as senders of the "bomb." Haled into court to face charges of disorderly conduct, the 25 students sheepishly explained that they had merely wanted to have some fun, pointed out that the "bomb" was harmless. The white powder: sugar. Federal authorities scratched their heads, admitted...
...plot is built around two college boys who are left a legacy of $50,000 by an eccentric uncle...
...between a crusty society dame (Mona Barrie) and poor, but nonetheless faithful, love (Alice Faye). True love wins out in the end, of course, for while Park Avenue wilts him and jilts him, love makes a fortune dancing in London and stakes him to his theatrical comeback. Though the plot creaks mildly in spots, the cracks of Jack Oakie, the dancing of Alice Faye, and several good songs ("I've Got My Fingers Crossed," "I'm Shooting High") manage to hold it together for the final embrace. But we would not care to dine in Warner's night club, with...
Lily Pons is not an actress and the plot "I Dream Too Much" is impossibly stupid but her voice is so fine that it almost compensates for the poor construction and amateurish acting of the whole cast. The only exception should be made for Eric Blore who is back as the owner of a wonderfully entertaining trained seal. The second time we "saw" the picture we sat in the lobby and enjoyed it much more than while looking at Miss Pous' rather unattractive face...