The Devil Horse

The Devil Horse. (Rex). Of all the animal spirits of the screen Rex is perhaps the highest. There have been so many shrewdly trained dogs that their appeal is thinning. Rex is a horse, and very few of his pictures have been released. A horse, no matter how well trained, is less flexible in pantomime than a dog. Yet a horse has an extroardinary, individual attraction that is quite irresistible. The story is as usual flimsy and absurd. Rex is shown making love to lovely mares of his acquaintance, running over leagues of attractively barren prairies, and avenging the Indians' murder of his owner's old father. It is, perhaps, too much to expect that the cinema will supply its animal actors with good stories when its expensive mortals must be content with so much trash. It is, however, the opinion of some cynics who go to watch cinema actors and actresses that the more they see of some people the more they love their horse (dog).

It's the Old Army Game (W. C. Fields). Mr. Fields is one of the funniest of movie madmen. He is, unfortunately for the movies, too often concerned with legitimate acting. In this latest film they have taken many of the skits which he has made famous in vaudeville and revues and strung them together in a loose and often ludicrous adventure. There is no story. Mr. Fields plays a village druggist who involves himself in a variety of domestic difficulties. His lovely clerk (Louise Brooks) runs away with a real estate salesman. Outside of the few metropoles which have watched Mr. Fields do all the sketches on the stage the show will be liberal and erratic amusement.