Come on Over

Almost every performer gives a winning performance in this grab bag Oirish programmer, with the exception of Ralph Graves; he's a good-looking guy who hits his marks. I can hardly blame him, since he has to contend with Colleen Moore (before she bobbed her hair, but still), J. Farrell MacDonald, Kate Price and half a dozen others doing interesting things. I suspect director Alfred Green told each player that the others were trying to steal the scene, assembled them and blew a whistle. The script, by Rupert Hughes is a mishmosh of all the usual elements and the second half's plot, when Miss Moore gets her hair washed and some good clothes -- in an early scene it looks like someone converted a Hudson's Bay blanket into a skirt for her -- is motivated by misunderstandings and a promise not to say something. But Miss Moore gives her usual fearless mixture of dramatic emotion and comedy, and everything turns out well in the end.

Well worth seeing once, especially if you can find a print less soft than the one I saw at the Museum of Modern Art this evening.