A young couple spryly tripped out of Jake Wirth's. The gentleman looked at his watch, walked up to a man carrying a ladder and asked him where the theatre was. "I don't know: I don't know anything," he replied. Unfortunately there were no moving picture producers on Stuart Street or the unknown cherub-faced moron would have had a free trip to Hollywood, and an exetic office withing which he could fabricate better movies; the idea is not facetious. Any child would have been ingenious enough to have concocted a better movie than "The Mystery of the Wax Museum," or it would at least have known that the beautiful hues which result from burning film are a lot more fun to watch than a movie which should still be in its pre-natal stage. Nevertheless, those people who enjoyed Frankenstein should not miss this picture; there are several murders, and Lionel Atwill's make-up provokes ladies to titter.

"Parachute Jumper" concerns a smuggling ring. Although the plot is inane, and although the dialogue is filled with Minsky wisecracks, it may amuse the non-critical. Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., is the noble youngster who will fly licuor across the Canadian border, but when he finds that he has been unknowingly carrying dope in the plane, he thinks of the children who will be corrupted, of mothers, and especially of a ten year jail sentence. Bette Davis as the heroine acts as well as ever, and as seductively. She will fade even more rapidly than Marlene Dietrich if the directors persist in exploiting her physical charm instead of her ability to act.