"Let's Face It"

Bob Hope is back again in a little number called "Let's Face It," now at the Metropolitan. As in all Hope pictures, with the exception of the Crosby expeditions, it is a case of while there's Hope there's life, but when Hope is gone, the picture is equally in a stew.

There wasn't much of a plot to the play, and what there was was kinda filthy for the Hays Office, but that never fazes Paramount for a minute, no siree. They've got Hope, so why worry about the plot?

There can be no question about it; Bob Hope is about the funniest comic the movies have had since the departure of Groucho Marx, and it will still take the Moviegoer a long time to get tired of him. His fertile mind and the rather more fervent than fertile minds of his gag-writers (three of whom, he claims, are beavers) have made good pictures out of the most terrible ones, and they have done it once again with "Let's Face It." No matter how stale the plot or how vile the odour of his surroundings, Hope spring eternal.