With a whiff of Lucius Beebe just to make it all authentic, Hollywood has produced its latest treatise on New York night life. "Cafe Society," now playing at the Metropolitan, is a gospel on the beauties of the sweet-and-simple life, ranting against the Futility of Society. But Madeleine Carroll, as the slightly pixilated cafesse, succeeds in making herself so delightful, and Fred MacMurray, as the penniless newspaper hack, is so colorless, that everyone leaves the picture convinced that Success is Society and Society is Heaven. If the audience is willing to discount the film's moralizing, it can settle back for an hour or so and enjoy the ermine and champagne.
Contrasting vividly with the main feature, "Pacific Liner," is a dramatic adventure story with the crew dying of cholera, passengers "dancing on the lid of a coffin," and Wendy Barrie in the midst of it all looking very exotic.
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