"The Scoundrel" is subpoenaed for another appearance in Boston. Noel Coward breaks his brittle cracks on the skulls of his foils in the approved Cowardly manner, for the major part of the picture. Then, most touchingly, he demonstrates that even merry wags are subject to the moral law, and the need for affection, to lay their lonesome ghosts. This hybrid of persiflage and metaphysics shares the program with a melodious dainty called 'Invitation to a Dance". The struggles of Carl Maria Von Weber to rise in the musical world are presented somewhat drably, but the song is an ample lure, special commendation going to the manner in which Weber's charmingly simple piano forte pieces are worked into the incidental music.

The estimable Jack Oakie sparkles winningly in a good, simple, swift paced movie called "Florida Special". His amusing antics and rapid-fire humor show to advantage in the midst of the customary variety of characters including a wealthy old capitalist, his very spoiled niece, a charming hostess, the inevitable handsome playboy, and an assortment of gangsters. Young Jane Withers brings up the rear in a companion piece, a screen adaption of Tarkington's "Gentle Julia," which informs the fans for the current year that the nineties were gay and that true love conquers all.

At Loew's State and Orpheum

Warner Baxter, "The Robin Hood of El Dorado," shoots the cursed gringos out of California to the tune of pounding hoofs and boiling blood in one of the most virile pictures of the year. The redoubtable Joachim Murietta is sympathetically apologized for. "Unguarded Hour," with Franchot Tone and Loretta Young, is a collection of harrowing crises, foremost of which is the breaking of the district attorney's spectacular prosecution, simultaneous with his being accused of murder.

At Keith's Memorial

Billed as the first feature-length musical comedy in the "New Technicolor," "Dancing Pirate" marks a signal advance attributable to the efforts of Robert Edmond Jones, but shows that there is still ground to be covered before the silver screen acknowledges the rainbow with satisfying grace. We liked the story; we have for years. A young dancing master (Charles Collins) is shanghaied to California, where he is soon waltzing his way to freedom and young love's triumph with Steffi Duna, the local senorita No. 1. In spite of the riot of color and considerable good dancing, the absence of any musical standouts relegates the film to second class.E. B. B.