At the Fenway and Paramount Theatres this week is "The Big Broadcast of 1937", fresh from its first run at the Metropolitan, and "Hollywood Boulevard", with John Halliday.

In the first of these two idle pieces, the hubbub centers around Gracie Allen and George Burns, as the sponsors of the Platt Golf Ball hour. But one is scarcely expected to be content with the inanitities of the one as parried by the harshness of the other. For recruits from the other come in troops. There are Jack Benny and Bob (Bazooka) Burns, Martha Ray and Benny Fields, and Leopold Stokowski doing some extraordinary things with his hands, which his orchestra turns into music.

This thing carries by sheer weight of numbers. And in spite of its unusual nature, the tried and true attractions are by no means omitted. There is love triumphant over sad misunderstandings; there is the mad race to effect the reconciliation. In fact, there is no questioning the quantity, and the quality is in strict keeping with the names involved.

"Hollywood Boulevard" is a good second feature for it continues in the same light vein. John Halliday plays the part of a once great movie star on the out and out. Being broke and on the verge of ending it all, he turns out to be easy meat for the ambitious owner of a true love story magazine.