AT KEITH'S BOSTON

The good clean fun on board ship in "The Captain Hates The Sea," makes us wonder how we ever withstood the lewd sallies of Will Housen movies. Leon Errol, Alison Skipworth, Helen Vinson, Victor McLaglen, and John Gilbert make up an able cast. The captain's uncanny urge to dip beards into soup by pushing the elbows that support them adds a tenseness which is truly genuine. The head steward aware of this weakness forces a passenger to sit next to the captain who provides him with the beard-elbow-soup combination which he is unable to resist. John Gilbert, an inebriate in love with a girl back in Los Angeles, listens to her voice on the radio which has decided that it is best to part. The voice, however, is there when John reaches New York--high comedy you must admit.

Mingled with all this fun we find a bit of tragedy--a certain passenger is on the verge of stimulating another South American revolution but this worthy undertaking is nipped in the bud by a timely assassination. This occasions the climax of the picture--the bulletridden corpse plus a tender photo of the corpse's children. This note of tragedy serves to emphasize the amusing sequences of the film, the clever contrast of comedy and pathos is effective. This is the technical triumph of the film.