"What have theories to do with love? ", she queried and the curtains dropped. The answer obviously enough, is nothing, and if you knew that little item before, you might as well stay away from the University theatre. That is, unless you'd like to watch three stellar comedians in action. Two of them are Laurel and Hardy in a two-reeler. Under the best direction issuing these days from Hollywood and certainly the most intelligent sound synchronization, these two work with pitiful dialogue, antedeluvian gags and no plot at all.

The other member of the trio is Charles Butterworth who has the misfortune to appear in "Illicit", and that only too rarely. Something should be said about the picture since there's plenty of space in this review and nothing much else to talk about. Miss Stanwyck is modern and Miss Stanwyck, though being old-fashioned enough to fall head over heels in love, as she so graphically describes the emotion, is modern enough to believe that marriage is poison to said emotion. So she goes away on weekends (that's where they get the title, that and a sly hint from the box-office.) But the hero, being a gentleman, finally says no, he cares too much to let it go on, so they get married, despite Miss Stanwyck's theories. Sure enough she was right and things go from bad to worse until they separate. That doesn't work so ef. sentence 1, paragraph 1.