"I Found Stella Parrish" slips into what might be called the "Go see this if you can't find anything better" department. It's average fare, of the sort turned out by Warner Brothers every four or five months. With the unfortunate death of Will Rogers, the frores Warner were left with only Shirley Temple as a number one asset. They have been trying to push Kay Francis into this class for two years, but a star is made by the public, net by a producer.

Stella Parrish is the story of a great actress forced to flee into seclusion by the threat of blackmail. Her past is discovered and spread before the world by an inquisitive but charming news-bound. After enduring untold suffering, and sinking so low as burlesque in her frantic attempt to make money, she is finally called back to her rightful place on the stage, and all is bright in the warm rays of the adulation of her adoring public.

Kay Francis--Decide for Yourself

The picture has its dramatic moments, and in all fairness, it is intelligently and plausibly directed. Ian Hunter, as the reporter, has a new and manly aroma about him, while Paul Lukas carries his part adequately, ever attended by his aristocratic Hungarian accent. The star, Miss Francis, photographs nicely, and, her fans will be know, is still as fetchingly incapable of pronouncing the consonant "r" as ever. Beyond this there is little that one can say in her favor, and this department will leave unopened the question of Miss Francis histrionic ability. On the whole "Stella Parrish" is an undistinguished picture, relieved here and there by flashes of a true dramatic nature.

The Chicken Comes First

As hors d'oeuvres, the management offers Major Bowes "Amateur Hour" on the stage. The amateurs presented will, with training and experience, be ready for the radio or stage within a year or so. At present, and with the exception of the man who sounded more like a hen laying an egg than the hen herself, they all left this review as cold as four dollars' worth of ice.