THE MOVIEGOER

Don't let the title of "This Woman Is Mine" fool you. It isn't the passionate love-me-or-I-die flicker you might expect. It isn't even a new version of Hollywood's favorite pastime, the wacky bedroom farce. Instead, it's a long, drawn-out version (without technicolor, too) of an eighteenth century Fitzpatrick Travel Talk. Franchot Tone, Carol Bruce, Walter Brennan, and a bunch of others wade wearily through an hour or so of an even wearier script. Waves, shipwrecks, Indians, and cold-blooded villains don't help much, except perhaps to convince you that the picture's point is about as obscure as its title.

"Free and Easy," the second feature, isn't quite so full of jib-sails, topsails, fo's'l's and "lower the mainsail's," but it's a good deal livelier and less conducive to napping in the loges. Robert Cummings and Ruth Hussey manage to amuse both themselves and the audience; and they do it without the benefit of a single Hollywood Indian, too.