What is the matter with Mr. Edward Shortt? Does he lack courage or power? A very little while ago the healthy-minded film-going public rejoiced at the Chief Censor's denunciation of horror films. It was an overdue and welcome announcement coming from the ostensible controller of our cinematic bill of fare.
Now, while its echoes are still whiepering in our ears, those same ears are assailed by the shrieks and screams of the most horrible of horror films to date. Nor U it just one unwelcome intruder that has slipped in unobserved, for with it, at another West-End theatre, another. rather different, horror film comes to help it make the holiday hideous for Londoners who have to stay at home.
It is bad enough that there should be in our country an audience so depraved that it is worth a producer's while to issue horror films for their regaling, it is far worse that the censor's position should be so farcical that the trade can afford to flout it.
Nothing is more likely to lead to governmental censorship than such blatant ineptitude in the voluntary organisation. Either Mr. Edward Shortt has changed his mind or it is a case of—one word from the Chief Censor and the cinema h-ade des what it likes.