unearths some literary gems.
From the New Yorker, Oct-Dec 1927:
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At the sight of a camera...Aldous Huxley knots himself into langorous poses. [Woollcott]
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They were an emotional lot, these people of the [early] comics; let any character they encountered in their day's wanderings offer them a mild retort based upon the catch-line of an aged and impeccable joke, and question-marks would shoot from their heads, great globules of sweat would burst from their brows...and they would fall over backward in a sort of epilepsy of amazement. [Parker]
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It has one of those super-intelligent movie dogs barking around in it.
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Bonus: I learned that No, No, Nanette had a follow-up called Yes, Yes, Yvette.
