No matter how varied her roles, Clandette Colbert gilds them with her own delightful personality and carries a Midas-touch of success. Despite its title, "Midnight" takes her from moonlight romance to a light-hearted Paris where she can romp with royalty but feel more at home with taxi-drivers. It is a sprightly picture, never convulsing the audience with laughter, but leaving it happy and satisfied. It has faults, to be sure, a trite plot and some forced situations, but Miss Colbert sweeps it along to victory. Right by her side is John Barrymore perfect as ever and clearly the hero in his rare moments of appearance. Mr. Barrymore should not be subdued that way; but unfortunately the spotlight demands a younger triangle of which Francis Lederer is about sixty degrees and Don Ameche thirty. The odd part is that Miss Colbert, as a penniless American dancer, passes up Mr. Lederer for two rows of white teeth and one of those tiny apartments you read about. But she has so much fun coming to her decision that "Midnight" offers thorough screen entertainment.

"King of Chinatown" is passable but leaves one more convinced than ever that a good feature picture demands no double bill. It is a step down from Miss Colbert to Auna May Wong, and it washes the good taste from one's mouth.