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The Crimson Moviegoer

"General Died At Dawn" Shows Cooper and Carroll in Chinese Chills; Never Mind "Walking On Air."

By E. C. B.

You'll come out of the University stiff this week. The seats are still comfortable enough, but you'll be bored stiff and then scared stiff, by "Walking On Air" and "The General Died at Dawn," respectively.

Gary Cooper and Madeleine Carroll are the couple who gratify the terror-hungry spectators with the highly embarrassing jams they get into. It's all the outcome of Madeleine's getting started on the wrong side. To please her flabby, moribund father (Porter Hall), she agrees, in bitter conflict with the latent notability, in her, to lure Gary and his belt full of the people's money into the grasping yellow hands of General Yang, war lord and fiendish oppressor of some unnamed Chinese province. Before this unhappy state of affairs is set aright by a drunken man's knife plunged into the general's belly just before the crack of dawn, pretty faces have to be slapped, bullets to fly, traitors to be betrayed, instruments of torture to be brandished, and never-say-die men to be put to the acid test. The looker-on is guaranteed his full share of anxious gulps by this simple, undiluted tale of thrills. The lofty, chiselled beauty of Madeleinie Carrol is a bit surpassed by the whirlwind nature of the plot, but the masculinity of Gary Cooper is brought to the fore, from the scene where he takes off his shirt, to that where he swims the murky river with a load of lead buried in his back.

The other picture tries hard to romp, but it's almost too feeble to hobble. All in abidance with the rules of the movie game, a giddy heiress (Anne Southern) with remarkably sensible parents (Henry Stephenson and Jessie Ralph) gets ahold of a very worthy, manly, audacious young man (Gene Raymond) in order to win the man of her heart, who is really something of a cad. Then the rest of the movie is naturally enough used to indicate that heroines do not marry cads, no matter how close they may come to it. There is one departure from the normal: Gene is not used to make the other fellow jealous, although he, just like the rest of us, thought that he was going to be. This show may be the money-eyed Miss Southern's level, but we have seen better things, and hope to see them again, from that vigorous, capable Mr. Raymond.

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