"Mad Love" at the Boston is a movie to be seen. We arrived full of dinner and somewhat preoccupied about Sally Rand, so missed being as frightened as we should have been. But that's not the fault of the movie. Starring Peter Lorrie, it deals with certain untoward incidents that occur when a bald sadist grafts a dead murderer's hands onto the wrists of a managled musician whose wife the sadist purposes to annex. Pretty? After the operation the musician (ably played by Colin Clive) is surprised to find his repertoire more or less limited to chopsticks, but he doesn't really catch on to what they've been doing to him until he develops an uncontrollable penchant for flicking pen-knives at people one of the murderer's old tricks. That's all the musician wants to know, and, (if it's not giving away too much) bald Dr. Gogoal gets his.

Ted Healy's portrayal of an American news hound contributes a great deal. An alarming atmosphere is created at the very beginning by a scary voice from the nether reaches of the theatre warning queasy patrons to get out before they're carried out--or words to that effect. "Mad Love" is pretty macabre, though, and brilliantly photographed, and we highly recommend it.

But to get back to Sally Rand. She comes on at 9:15, and although by the middle of next week she may be staggering under the weight of many garments, that was scarcely the situation on Thursday night. If you haven't seen the Bubble Dance and the Fan Dance we recommend them heartily, giving slight preference to the Bubble Dance perhaps.