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Dates: during 1930-1939
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This time Father Claude Rains is a sort of early-bird Enoch Arden, vagabonding back to mother and the girls after 20 years of French leave just as mother is fixing to marry again. This time John Garfield is an incredibly graceless, beachcombing wise guy, a rhinestone in the rough with some strange romantic glitter for Priscilla. This time mother and the girls all get what is best for them, and nobody suffers more than a bad case of sniffles. Next time, the four daughters will return in something called Four Wives...
...office gave it a brush-off, had a Too in its title. As it stands, Paris is just a naughty notion in the head of a waitress named Jenny Swanson (Joan Blondell), who has big gold-digging ideas but not the true killer instinct. Jenny ends up as a sort of middle-aged Shirley Temple, patching up a flock of romantic tatters, curing rich old Olaf Brand's gouty hypochondria with extra blankets and aquavit, reminding him: "Swedes need to sweat." Nearest Jenny ever gets to Paris high life is Manhattan's sotty El Morocco, where she surveys...
Just 16 men are to appear, top-flight biologists and physicists all, at a symposium. In one room they will sit as on a sort of scientific Olympus, and each will make a formal statement of the most interesting truths he knows about biological cells and protoplasm. Then they will swap ideas and comments and, inevitably, some of them will, in the most abstruse scientific terms, call some others liars...
...background of youthful religious fervor. He plumped for Darwinism early, tried to show reasonable Christians that there was no threat from evolutionary doctrine to a practical religion based on Faith, Hope & Charity and the Golden Rule. (Today his religion is a sort of altruistic, pantheistic idealism.) His feeling for religion did not cause him to spare his opponents a crack...
...such favorite cinema standbys as spies, secret war gadgets and Scotland Yard. Made in England with Hollywood money to satisfy the Buy-British quota laws, Clouds over Europe 1) elbow-digs at British stuffocracy sufficiently to get a nod from most Anglophobes; 2) contains the sort of British acting calculated to warm an Anglophile's heart; and 3) has enough thrill, pace and lovestuff to stay on the top side of any U. S. double bill...