The cast included the following:
Charles Mortimer Henry Caine Thorpe Devereux Oreste Noverro Max Kirby George Bancroft George Campo Phyllis Monkman Reggie Montgomery Jane Carr Marion Harris Zena Damsell Helen Souter In Part 1, Scene 1, Charles played a man in "Rehearsing Made Easy". In Scene 4, he played The Coach in "The Jack Pot Newsreel", and in Scene 6, he played Levine in "It Happened In London".
In Part 2, Scene 1, Charles played a tourist in "The Road of Poplars. Finally, in Part 3, Scene 6, Charles played The Manager in "Many Are Called". |
The Observer - 15 May 1932 - The Prince of Wales, London. (With kind permission of the Guardian News and Media Ltd.)
It would discourage us both, dear reader, were I to pick over this revue plum to plum. For while some of its fruit is fine and large, much of it is indifferent make-weight. The inclusion of "The Road of Poplars", a one-act play that fills the middle of a bill intended to amuse, seemed to be a mistake; and this as much on account of its nervily sentimental subject as of its stammering treatment. Mr Henry Caine and Mr Charles Mortimer act it well; but it lies, like No Man's Land, between the first part and the last, and lowers the festal temperature. On either hand are such irreproachable turns as those of George Campo, the indiarubber tumbler; Barbette, who flies the middle air on tightrope and trapeze like an incandescent sylph; and Miss Phyllis Monkman, who has not forgotten how to dance, and never fails to be a good comedienne. She is in equally good form, whether diving into low-life, or rising to a wicked burlesque of the film star who queened it in "Congress Dances". Mr Max Kirby, touching off this and that, gives an excellent imitation of Jack Buchanan; and if the pangs of modern love-a-la-cabaret move you, there is Miss Marion Harris, exquisiteley gowned, to pluck your heartstrings. For the rest, two gilded dancers, wet from the mint, who would not have disgraced Trimalchio's feast; a potted News Reel that successfully snubs some features of the Talkie Gazette; a revue audition, a mannequin parade, and little sketches with the usual sting in rather too long a tale, make up a programme with cutting and composing would strengthen.
It would discourage us both, dear reader, were I to pick over this revue plum to plum. For while some of its fruit is fine and large, much of it is indifferent make-weight. The inclusion of "The Road of Poplars", a one-act play that fills the middle of a bill intended to amuse, seemed to be a mistake; and this as much on account of its nervily sentimental subject as of its stammering treatment. Mr Henry Caine and Mr Charles Mortimer act it well; but it lies, like No Man's Land, between the first part and the last, and lowers the festal temperature. On either hand are such irreproachable turns as those of George Campo, the indiarubber tumbler; Barbette, who flies the middle air on tightrope and trapeze like an incandescent sylph; and Miss Phyllis Monkman, who has not forgotten how to dance, and never fails to be a good comedienne. She is in equally good form, whether diving into low-life, or rising to a wicked burlesque of the film star who queened it in "Congress Dances". Mr Max Kirby, touching off this and that, gives an excellent imitation of Jack Buchanan; and if the pangs of modern love-a-la-cabaret move you, there is Miss Marion Harris, exquisiteley gowned, to pluck your heartstrings. For the rest, two gilded dancers, wet from the mint, who would not have disgraced Trimalchio's feast; a potted News Reel that successfully snubs some features of the Talkie Gazette; a revue audition, a mannequin parade, and little sketches with the usual sting in rather too long a tale, make up a programme with cutting and composing would strengthen.