Earl Carroll Vanities, eleventh edition, is probably much the same show that the first edition was, or the fifth. But it seems infinitely duller. Carroll still has an eye for good-looking girls, but gone is all sense of showmanship, glitter, pace. An interminably long revue, and a slave to routine, the new Vanities rotates a song number, a ham comedian act and a leg parade all evening, like crops.
When, on the opening night of The New Hellzapoppin (TIME, Dec. 25), chorines went down into the aisles to dance a Boomps-a-Daisy with the audience, they routed Al Smith out of his seat,...
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