Babbitt. The great American legion that calls George Follansbee Babbitt friend will hardly recognize his familiar figure as a skeleton, stripped of most of the flesh and blood wherewith Sinclair Lewis endowed him, strung about with a few chunks of cinematic laughter-bait, dangled rakishly by Director Beaumont inside the standard triangle frame. Corporeal flesh the producers could and did obtain, in the not unconvincing shape of fat Willard Louis, hitherto unknown. But of spiritual tegument the scenario had none. For obvious reasons, Tanis Judique, middle aged and harmless in the novel, was sent...
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