The Constant Nymph (British). This silent adaptation of Margaret Kennedy's novel has faults which no U. S. producer would have allowed. The lighting is bad; the direction is prosaic; the photography is dull except for some fine shots of the Austrian Tyrol; the actors are obviously actors; the subtitles are verbose. It suffers also the phrases of incontinuity inevitable in a picture made from a long and not particularly compact book. But none of these flaws is important. What was good in the story is alive in...
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