Eye-worthy, last week in the U. S., were several cinemas imported from foreign shores:
Carmen. Made in Spain and directed by a Frenchman, this is the best of a half dozen film versions of Prosper Merimée's mighty story. The reason is Raquel Meller (pronounced May-aire), the sorceress whose rich voice, ink-black locks, hands like moonstruck faces bewitched Manhattanites at $27.50 a head, two springs ago (TIME, April 26, 1926). She is a Carmen incarnate, and not a little carnal. No wonder poor Don Jose (Louis Lerch) became a...
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