Evening Star Newspaper, September 23, 1928, Page 95

THE SUNDAY STAR. WASHINGTON, D. C.—GRAVURE SECTION-SEPTEMBER 23, 1928, The Talking Movies By W. E. Hill { " T i gl (Copyright, 1928, by the Chicago Tribune Syndicate.) “They're making such a noise T can't hear you, Grayce. Talk louder!" The talking movies are an awful wet blanket for those ladies in the mezzanine seats who like to have a good heart-to-heart talk while the feature is on. Because sometimes the actors get excited and begin to rant and that excites the talkie- tone machine and there is a terrible rumpus, so that Mrs. Floss can hardly hear Mrs. Haggerty tell how never again will she rent her apartment furnished to a “Isn't it wonderful, Ethel? You can even family with 10 small children and a grown dog. hear her tears falling on his shirt front!” “That isn’t the movietone, Aunt Ada; the man behind us dropped some money.” Harassed director ‘holding a china egg before a hen, trying to wheedle a cackle or two for the talkies. Hollywood is full of tragedy since the synchronized stuff came in. Here’s Ronald de Roseda, one of those big, tall, baby-eyed boys, just the type, every one said, for the lead the new talkie, “The Rajah’s Ruby.” Well, Ronald tried out for the role of the gentleman crook and they found that he said “wooby” for ruby, “wobber” for robber and “wogue” for rogue, which, while cute in real life, was EIII out of place in an underworld Politicians who talk for the talkies will have to remember that it's the boy who can combine the appeal of a night club hostess with the sure-fire work of a nut comedian who will win the public. Country roads are full of parked cars and petting parties these days, and you can blame it on the talkies. It's very disconcerting when a couple are all set holding hands in the dgrk of the rear balcony to have the movietone yell, “You don’t kiss me like you used to, Ralph!” Makes the boy friend so sclf-conscious. How it sounds from the rear of the theater. The heroine: “Don't let them torture me, Raoul! I-yam eenocent!" The usher: “Can’t stand in the aisle, lady.” Lady standee: “Oh, I can't, can’t 1? Well, I got just as much right there as you have, young man.” The police: “We got the goods on you, kid. It was you bumped off Baloney-faced Bennie!” The usher: “Yeah? Well, you gotta keep out of the aisle, lady!” The hero: “Lissen, officer; you mus’ lissen to us! We're innercent! Lady standee: “I'm going right out and report you to the manager, you little hireling!” This, friend reader, is the end of the crook drama, where the honest gunman and his girl bride g0 to the country to live a new life after outwitting the wicked police. The movietone comes in A The news weeklies with sound accompaniment big here, because, while the hero and heroine are skipping around in the glinting sunshine gathering . Introducing Mr. Argyle Healey, hero de luxe of many a screen drama, are rough on the boys who like to do their sleeping cherry blossoms and great big cabbage roses by the brook, you get all the country sounds. You this time appearing on the ;:l‘vcr' sh_;‘vt lm tell you via synchronized sound in the movie palace. Look at Maurice, will you! hear the birds twittering, the guinea pigs crooning to their young, the wood capon chasing the field about coming attractions. Every syllable spaced just so. Pretty cute. Waked out of a beautiful dream when the weekly pullet, the walnuts ripening and the cows growling. Best of all, you hear the gurgling laughter of showed “Steel Riveters at Work,” with appropriate the boy and girl. And if your eardrums have never been hit by the gurgling laughter of two sweet noises over the amplifier. voung things in a talkie via the amplifier, boy, you've never really lived!