For Freshman who wish to relax from the rigors of registration during the weekend, Boston's cinema houses offer one excellent picture and several more worth the dissipation of a few hours. Most appealing to this column is Warner Brothers' "Four Daughters", at the Metropolitan, which stars the Lane sisters, Claude Rains, and John Garfield. As yet it marks the best of the "homey" stories with which Hollywood has been recently concerned, having more originality and better acting than the successful "Love Finds Andy Hardy." Garfield, whose first name on Broadway was Jules, is without question the most distinctive, actor to be acquired by the movies this year. On the same program is "Campus Confessions" with Betty Grable and Hank Luisetti, Stanford's basketball miracle.

Loew's State and Orpheum have bullet-jawed Edward G. Robinson in "I Am the Law", one of a series of current pictures revolving about the career of Prosecutor Thomas Dewey. Relief of a sort to the rat-tat-tat of the Robinson film is provided by Joe E. Brown in the co-feature, "The Gladiator", which also includes Main Mountain Dean.

Keith Memorial is holding over Sonja Henie and Richard Greene in 20-the Century Fox's "My Lucky Star." One gargantuan skating sequence, the Alice in Wonderland ballet, dominates the picture, in spite of young Englishman Greene's pretty face. In addition is a dubious offering, "Personal Secretary", with William Gargan and Andy Devine.

Paramount and Fenway are showing a Technicolor "triumph" called "Valley of the Giants", which is overshadowed by the entertaining second feature, "Time Out for Murder", starring Gloria Stuart and Michael Whalen. The Fine Arts is continuing for the eighteenth week "Moonlight Sonata", which has the disadvantage of being an English film but the more than compensating advantage of Paderewski. Across from the Yard in Harvard Square the University in featuring "The Texans", a mediocre Paramount picture with Joan Bennett and Randolph Scott, and Stuart Erwin in "Passport Husband." Sunday will bring Harold Lloyd's decrepit but still amusing "Professor Beware."