CINEMA NOTES
Two new American films remind one that it is useless to aim high with one's eyes shut. The Lover of Camille, intended to be a distinctive film, lacks even the constructive skill in which America has no rivals ; and we are tired of sentimentality about demi-mondaines. His Hour, a vivid and rather agreeably vulgar love drama, is skilfully made, finely acted and photographed. Without pretensions, it succeeds as a witty entertainment where The Lover of Camille fails on every count.
The film of Charley'.s Aunt is unconsciously funny. Oxford appears full of rather passes undergraduates, all in caps and gowns, strolling under the eyes of bearded dons, also in caps and gowns. A clerical-looking person in gaiters one realizes with a start is the dean of a college. But there is little enough amusement of any other kind, save what is supplied by sub-titles taken from the veteran farce.
I. B.
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