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...Jack Buchanan, the British George M. Cohan), is a cuff-shooting old harrumph who has left his best years East of Suez. Monsieur Taupin (played by Noel-Noel, a comedian who looks like a French edition of the late Robert Benchley) is a middle-aged owl with a skid-mark mustache who leaps at every idea, flailing with all extremities, as though it were a mouse to be torn limb from limb...
...Bowery.* There, in the long shadow of the skyscraping spires of success, the faithful make perpetual libation to failure. Day and night the staggering crowds of petes and winos, toads and loners mill about in a hundred sticks and arms and muskie stands (as the bars on Skid Row are variously described), and keep the dismal watches of the dark night of the soul. A trite and cheaply sensational subject for a movie? This film-without the pity that secretly insults, without the disgust that indirectly compliments -studies its subjects with honest human interest, tries to see what they...
...picture's plot is as simple as a skid. A lush (Salyer) lands on The Street from nowhere in particular, blows his last buck on the booze, sells his second pair of pants to buy some more, passes out on the sidewalk, wakes up to find his suitcase stolen, takes a day's work as a crate hustler, tries to straighten himself out at the Bowery Mission but just can't stand the quiet and runs out for a quick one. That night he gets sapped and rolled in a back street, and the next morning decides...
Assigned to the story by the Trib's able assistant managing editor, Ardis ("Mike") Kennedy, Reporter Norma Lee Browning took a muscular male staffer as escort and started out by scouting the scores of hillbilly hangouts scattered from West Madison Street, Chicago's Skid Row, to "Glitter Gulch" on the squalid South Side. There, in dives that were "wilder than any television western," Reporter Browning set out to stalk and observe a species "whose customs and culture-patterns are as incomprehensible to us as dial telephones are to them." The men mostly sport Levis, black leather jackets...
...deserves." Flocking out of barren, overpopulated reservations in hope of finding work in the cities, reported Rowan, they soon "drift into a world of dark hopelessness." In Minneapolis, so-called "City of Hope," there are 8,000 Indians, but few employers will hire them. Jammed into rickety tenements and Skid Row hovels, said Rowan, most of them are doomed to lives that nourish "every stereotype about 'drunk,' 'dirty,' 'irresponsible' Indians...