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THE MOVIEGOER

At Keith Memorial

W.C. Fields under the pseudonym Mahatma Kane Jeeves wrote "Bank Dick," he played the lead, and he directed the director. That should be warning enough for anyone not a slapstick fanatic; and even Fields' staunchest fans will long for a goat-in-the-boudoir-of-Mac-West scene like that which marked the peak of "My Little Chickadee." Closest to a really uproarious sequence is the capture of bank bandits Repulsive Grogan and Filthy McSnatch by the paunchy recluse of the Black Pussy Cafe. Thereby W.C. becomes local constable and straight Grade B Mack Sennett horseplay drags on and on. Saloon melees and a frantic automobile pursuit over mountain goat paths give the bulbous-nosed comedian a chance to display all his old along with a very few new tricks.

Second feature, British National Films' "Blackout," is an exciting, improbable yarn full of Nazi spics and modern Mata Haris. This bit of propaganda carries all the suspense of Hitchcock's "Foreign Correspondent," but it loses a good bit of punch by splitting the male lead amongst Conrad Veidt, the Union Jack, and Denmark's national anthem.

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