Harry Fisher's Swit is at the Band nightly ozy To Be Resumed Fear of financial ruin because of the war has abated and "Arizona," abandoned by Columbia last September, again has been launched, with a compromise effected between the studio and Wesley Ruggles, who will direct. When the full European market became inaccessible to Hollywood, Columbia ordered the budget reduced by approximately one-half. Ruggles declined to continue with the Clarence Budinston Keliand yarn unless the original appropriation was adhered to and the studio refused to budge from its stand, although an estimated $300,000 had been spent. The two factions got together recently and, according to the studio, the only cost reduction will result from the which will lessen the expense by abandoning of technicolour,
several hundred thousand dollars.
Another saving, though hardly comparable, was made through the Substitution of William Holden for Joel McCrea. Holden's salary is about one-tenth that of the better-known player. Since the film was announced, Holden has advanced in prominence. "Golden Boy" introduced him, and it is expected that additional importance will be given him by his role as George Gibbs in "Our Town." Jean Arthur has remained in the film in the starring part.
While "Arizona" was hibernating, Ruggles and Claude Binyon, his Writer, responded to the protests of leading families in Tucson and eliminated true but unpleasant refferences to skeleton characters in Arizona's history. Their identity was unmistakable in Kelland's serial, but the cloak of anonymity has been thrown over them in the film story Death Averted by Star "This fate worse than death' stu growls tough guy Edward G. Rob d G. Ro speaking, knows what death is. He's expired in picture after picture, from Little Caesar" to "Dr, Ehrlich." Because he's an excellent actor, they resurrect him from his celluloid grave and et him ready for another my-tical ride down the River Styx.
But now he doesn't die. In "Brother Orchid" he ends a checkered career chopping at zinnias in a monastery garden.
"Yuh can't tell how my public's genua like it," he snaps from behind the inevitable cigar fter all, it' not a very tough end for a guy who's been dying with his boots on as long as I have. Why, people even come to my pictures to see me die. No foehn', I dunne. It's liable to hurt my reputation."
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