Let others distill the fragrance of ihe semester's "best ten," writes Theodore Strauss in the New York "Times" We also have a list and it is no less odofiferous, We have not chosen to call to task those urchin offerings which wandered into the second and third run houses, gazed wistfully about and vanished into cihematic oblivion, Rather we have selected those much-announced fellows who have swaggered across the screen amid reds of publicity only to fall flat on their faces.
Perhaps there is in their failure a lesson of sorts but we have not the heart tó look for it, unless it is that pictures never go to a ciféfa heaven but frequently make $1,000,900 nevertheless, At any rate, ere they are dnd we offer them to you, gentle redder—as pungent a host gay of flops as might be plucked iróm the past twelvenionth, For several reasons, including Akim Tamiroffs well-cured performance in the central fole, we distinctly cherish "The Way of All Flesh," a remake of the old tear-jerker in which a modest little bank cashier went to the big city and succumbed to the blandishments of e lady who'd been round, We remember particularly that moment when the temptress induced the cashier to shüve off his luxuriant whiskers, leaving Mr, Tainiroft with an intense sense of nakedness, And what of that companion hand-BOOK iü cliche, "Untamed," in which Ray Milland went to the North Woods for the betterment of his soul and feil in love with the wife of his guide, who again turned out io be Mr. Tamiroff tit With ah unaltered accent, In this one, Mr. Tamiroff helped things along by freezing to deàth—in technicolour—at a handy moment,
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