With a combination of George Bernard Shaw and Broadway's leading exponents of free love romping across the screen at the University Theatre, the current bill is an especially gay affair. It's a rare and happy treat to find two such grade A pictures as "Yes, My Darling Daughter" and "Pygmalion" on the same showing.

Any addition to the mountain of ballyhoo released about G.B. S's movie debut would be worse than futile, but taking "Pygmalion" alone, and shaving off the fringe of grey whiskers, the finished product is a very engaging and witty comedy. It is too bad that the movie is presented to the public with such a blast of trumpets and publicity, for John Q. gets the impression that it is a picture of world-shaking implications. Certainly there is nothing super-colossal about "Pygmalion," and in that very fact lies its charm. There is plenty of Shavian paradoxical comment on Humanity if anyone cares to look for it, but certainly it is not thrown out into the audience's lap. Bouquets by the carload should go to Leslie Howard and Wendy Hiller for their performances. Howard's comedy is in his best style, and Miss Hiller has proven again that Broadway too often misses its chance to "discover" a great actress hanging around their casting offices.

The diluted version of the racy Broadway hit, "Yes, My Darling Daughter" has done a fairly remarkable job of hedging around the censors. Aside from a couple of ludicrous lines about "trusting" the younger generation, the picture manages to preserve a great deal of the wit and comedy that made the play a hit.