The producers of "Camille," now playing at the Metropolitan with Norman Talmadge in the main role, have indeed taken the bit into their tooth and the result so far is a run away. A second tragedy has been produced in Hollywood this year and it bids fair to be a success. So far no one but Emil Jannings had been intrusted with a movie tragedy in this country, and for a time it seemed that he would stand unchallenged in his field. In spite of many imperfections in the senario, the directing and the filming, one can do much worse than spend an evening watching Miss Talmadge in some of her most seducing moments.

Old gags galore have been dragged in, and when one sees the same bells that one has seen at least ten times before swinging in the snow on Christmas morning one impulsively reaches for one's hat. Many fair scenes in which ten minutes are spent in building up an atmosphere are spoiled by small careless gestures. The captions plan their usual predominant role.

Jean Rodemich seems to have become a perenial fixture at the Metropolitan and this year he has improved only slightly. There is much less of his usual solo playing and he has found a fair supporting act in the Albertina Rach dancers.