At the U.T.

Replete with catacombs, moving fire-places, escapes through sewers, and flowing cloaks, the U.T.'s latest offering leaves you with the definite impression that you have seen it all before. Louis Hayward is a very poor imitation of Errol Flynn, indulging in sword fights, balconies, and women ad infinitum.

The acting is very school-playish and melodramatic, with only George Saunders, in the role of the villain, a Hitler-like tyrant controlling the duchy of "Lichtenburg," showing to good advantage. He does remarkably well with cruddy material.

The second part of the double-bill deserves top-billing. It boasts good acting, especially by leading man Thomas Mitchell, and an original story.

Mitchell, recent Academy Award winner, plays the part of a kindly old professor of philosophy who is told that he has but six months to live, and decides that the best way to spend it is to murder a criminal who cannot be reached by the arm of the law. Jeffery Lynn, Geraldine Fitzgerald, and Mona Maris distinguish themselves in supporting roles. All in all, just barely better than studying.