This is pretty low-brow stuff to be called La Boheme.
More like The Desecration of La Boheme as realized by a bunch of hopped up twits. Everybody's just running around, waiving their arms, contorting their faces. Even by 1920s standards it's a bit much. I half-expected Snidely Whiplash to make a cameo.
By the time John Gilbert is jumping around the apartment explaining how inspired he is now that Lillian Gish has professed her love, he's so over-the-top I started to laugh.
Gish looks like she has tuberculosis.
Without singing, it's just cheap melodrama about a bunch of starving artists, signifying nothing.
More like The Desecration of La Boheme as realized by a bunch of hopped up twits. Everybody's just running around, waiving their arms, contorting their faces. Even by 1920s standards it's a bit much. I half-expected Snidely Whiplash to make a cameo.
By the time John Gilbert is jumping around the apartment explaining how inspired he is now that Lillian Gish has professed her love, he's so over-the-top I started to laugh.
Gish looks like she has tuberculosis.
Without singing, it's just cheap melodrama about a bunch of starving artists, signifying nothing.