The director of "Love, Live and Laugh", the present offering at the Keith-Albee, is one whose work we should like to see more often. In a movie whose plot depends upon the now rather shopworn world war, he has built up a suspense altogether foreign to most movies of today and managed with rare ability to sustain interest to the end. So far have the age-old strictures of producers been disregarded that the picture is actually allowed to close with the hero thwarted in his attempt to win the woman he loves. The rest of the plot has features equally unorthodox which should make it attractive to the most blase patron of the cinema.

Excellent use is made of a capable chorus throughout the show. The occasion when it is most effective is the Christmas scene in the trenches. One hears the Italian soldiers sing "Stillige Nacht" across the battle-fields to their German opponents and the latter reply. Doubtful as the authenticity of this scene may be, it comes as close to real beauty as the talkies have yet approached, and it is especially unfortunate that poor reproduction spoils the singing in several places.

The acts of the stage show are good but the booker made the mistake of engaging three tap dancers on one program and good as they all are the dose is a heavy one. There are one or two comic acts that meet with some success. As for Nan Halperin, the headliner, the word propriety seems to have lost its meaning for her. And this is Boston, too!