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The Metropolitan Offers Richard Dix and Lois Wilson, Aided by Siagle, in a Comedy of Cops.

By V. O. J.

Hollywood seems firmly determined to break what Somerset Maugham declares to be our eleventh commandment, "Thou shalt not be amused". Comedies, such as "Let's Get Married", now at the Metropolitan, are steadily playing a more frequent part in the repertoires of the more able actors and actresses that filmdom boasts.

The latest vehicle for Richard Dix's convenience is not a racing car, but one of these electric contraptions steered by a stick. Lois Wilson at the same time deserts her usual buggy or covered wagon to run riot on Park Avenue in a very snappy roadster.

Needless to say there is no pretense to seriousness. Mr. Dix, as Yale quarterback Bill Dexter, runs riot in the Bowl, then in the exclusive (sic) Prado Night Club, gets jailed, escapes, and elopes to avoid capture. That in brief is the plot, but it is the small bits of acting and the rather subtle humor that makes this movie worthwhile and really entertaining.

A bit of lax refereeing by Director Gregory La Cava allows Slagle, in a Pathe News exerpt, to double for Dix, and to run 80 yards for Yale against Harvard. If humor depends upon incongruity, this is a wow. A post-game celebration results in the wrecking of the Club Prado in accordance with the best Mack Sennett traditions. Quarterback Dexter and his backfield mates conquer the waiter's eleven, but are penalized 30 days, for unnecessary roughness by the superior blue jacket reserves. An accidental escape from jail follows, a hasty wedding, so that Dexter's stay in foreign waters may not be lonesome, and a pardon by the district attorney--the bride's father, of course--lead to the fade-out.

Richard Dix is admirable in a part that brings memories of Wallace Reld and Lois Wilson shows that a bungalow apron is not essential to her success on the screen. Miss Wilson has always had, despite her at times cloying sweetness, remarkable personality, and the same kind of reticence that makes you feel noble when Lila Lee gazes upon you from the dark confines of the theatre. Furthermore, "ain't she thinner", as the ladies behind us remarked?

Besides Mr. Dix and Miss Wilson, especially good work is done by Edna May Oliver, the sorrowful comedienne, who does the out-of-town hymn book buyer in search of a thrill to perfection; and "Gunboat" Smith, who, as the minion of the law, proves that the cauliflower industry is sometimes capable of producing something besides real estate agents.

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