While the double-feature at the Paramount and Fenway this week is no reason for an extra, the performance of three hours slips by with unquestioned rapidity. "Charlie Chan in Shanghai" and "I Live For Love" are filled with the type of soothing suspense that keeps eyes glued to the screen.
Certainly, the persistent moviegoer is making a mistake if he refuses to accord one of the Charlie Chan in cities series a place in his film scrap book. A trip with a Chan fan, who, like ourselves, will follow him gladly from Boston to Pago Pago, is well worth the slight expense involved.
Without this experience, he may never appreciate the excitement that pervades a fan at the inviolability of Warner Oland's person. He may never understand the smug smiles which accompany the first three or four attempts on the detective's life. He may never grasp the delight at the inevitable final threat, appalling as it always is. For we fans know that Charlie has only covered three or four cities in the world. This time it is Shanghai and a dope ring.
"I Live For Love" concerns the press agent who must make the theatre star and radio singer amorous when they hate each other and hostile when they love. Dolores del Rio is lovely in white ermine. While the voice of Everett Marshall fails to carry conviction, it is pleasant for an hour's entertainment. Allan Jenkins escapes from city pavements to reach the heights of Nijinsky when he gives his interpretation of a ballet performance.