"There's a word for you," says Joan Crawford to Norma Shearer after losing a bitter battle to vamp the latter's spouse, "but they only use it in kennels." This briefly is the tenor of "The Women," currently showing at both Loew's theatres. It is often said that if the movies would only paint life as it actually is and not as Hollywood script writers think it is, the attendance at the many movie palaces would be far greater. Metro must have taken this frequent criticism to heart when it produced this most realistic of realistic pictures.

Stars there are in profusion, for Hollywood's largest flesh stable has sunk all its featured fillies in this production. Norma Shearer, Joan Crawford, Rosalind Russell, Paulette Goddard, and Mary Boland are all mixed up in some capacity or other in the film. Of the above, Miss Russell, Miss Boland, and Miss Goddard are all excellent. As for the other gilded lillies, their names appear first in lights, but their acting falls far below the supporting cast.

For ninety minutes these human cats scratch and claw each other, and while it is quite amusing throughout, the length of the film and the constant repetition of the one and only idea make the picture a trifle boresome. Go to see it, by all means, though, for if you don't you'll be missing one of the treats of a lifetime.