The Crimson Playgoer

"The Kick Off," the present attraction at the Paramount theatre is a relief to football fans who have been nauseated by the prevailing type of gridiron films, because it combines a credible plot with a more than vivid sketch of a real football game. The crowd, the mud--oh, that mud--and the boisterous enthusiasm contribute to climax the picture with a thrill. One might well offer the management of the theatre that, in order to provide atmosphere it put its renowned cooling system into operation and require the patrons to wear their overcoats.

The companion show, "Footlight Parade" furnishes in the way of female bodies, what the opener does its best to provide in the way of stalwart males and it needs must be said that it succeeds in this if in nothing else. The picture has already been reviewed but for those latecomers who missed it, let it be said that it has Jimmy Cagney's stacatto, Joan Blondell's blondness and Ruby Keeler's senseless simper. The plot means nothing. You can see the show and understand it if you drop in while waiting for the subway. If you like spectacles, extravagance in settings and the aforementioned galaxy of stars, there should be no complaint with "Footlight Parade."