... . By C. A. LEJEUNE. IF ever there was a film that carried substan tial insurance at the box-office, it is ZIEGFELD GIRL (Empire, Friday). Ziegfeld Girl, if it adds very little to the esoterica of f i 1 m m ak i n g simply can't go wrong with the cus tomers. Costing round about a quarter of a million pounds (we can make it sound even more impressive in dollars), it is showy, shrewd and ...

... . By L. P. HARTLEY. VIRGINIA WOOLF'S post humous novel, Between the Acts, is the signal for us to raise our hats to the memory of a rare and ex quisite gift, a will-o'-the-wisp among more stationary and consistent luminaries, now tragically extinguished. But it is more than that, more than the final flicker of a light which, brightly as it burned, sometimes served only to em phasise the ...

... . By C. A. LEJEUNE. WE have learnt, in The Prime Minister, that Disraeli interested him self, amongst other things, in a Bill for Public Baths and Wash-houses. I n .The Young Mr. Pitt, we shall pre sently see Robert uonat piaying at Brooks' Cltib a game called Hazard, that was the forerunner of America's modern craps shooting. Currently, in LADY HAMILTON (Odeon). we discover that ...

... . By L. P. HARTLEY. MR. FORREST REID'S criticism of books is, I suppose, a little old fashioned; he does not use terms such as integral or organic, and his attitude of mind is relaxed and meditative rather than tense and twanging. This is not because some of the essays collected in Retrospective Adventures were written a good many years ago, several in the nineteen- twenties and one or two ...