The New Pictures

Sally, Irene and Mary. The fervent pursuit of movie stories has turned up another musical comedy suitable to photography, and reduced it to celluloid with generally entertaining effect. Going over the records you will find that the same success is descernible in nearly all the important music shows brought before the camera; nothing massive and enduring, but fair fun and no blood stains. This one is about a Bowery girl who gained glory in the theatre.

Cobra. Rudolph Valentino, in the role of a very good young man who simply will not succumb to the dizzy wiles of Nita Naldi, has little to do except look pretty. Which, his income tax report will show, he does about as well as anyone in the world.

We Moderns. It seems eminently right and thoroughly as it should be to see Colleen Moore in a role which Helen Hayes played on the stage. Each is the most enduring flapper of her domain. When Miss Hayes played the drama (by Israel Zangwill) it was not a success. No stronger is the story in the films. It tells of a modern miss who chased all over London after the man she loved. There is, however, a good deal of Colleen Moore, which is more than enough for many.

Seven Sinners. When seven or so people are gathered together in the name of robbery, there is automatically some suspense. Particularly because most are ignorant of the others' purposes and all are trying to steal the same jewelry. Some suspense but, in this case, no overemphatic supply.