The actual eruption and earthquake scenes of "The Last Days of Pompeii" have everything. But even they, after we had sat through at least an hour and a quarter of father love and one thing and another, had to be interrupted by pleadings, recognitions, revelations, and deaths, all bringing to a laborious conclusion a far more laborious plot.

The one redeeming feature of the early part of the movie is the performance of Basil Rathbone, who makes the part of Pontius Pilate something worth seeing. He not only gives his lines but also does not act as though a toga were a very great novelty and on the whole quite unpredictable. Preston Foster in the lead role is unbelievable.

"Personal Maid's Secret" with Margaret Lindsay and Ruth Donnelly has a couple of scenes that are really swell. It has, though, the perennial child-one that materially strengthens our conviction that infant movie actors should all be drowned. Incidentally the maid's secret is just what we suspected. It is pleasant not to be disappointed.

Added attractions include a new "March of Time," which exposes and explains with unusual spirit. Also there are pictures of the Harvard-Yale game. The latter are rather indistinct through reasons with which everyone will sympathize. We did, however, resent there being no pictures of the crowd, for we always cherish the possibility of our attaining stardom.