Parisian Life As Seen From Ted Healy's Bar

1934's Lost Generation Has a Paris Interlude

Lindbergh's just touching down and dissolute scribes rush to cover history even as own lives go career/romance-unfulfilled. So how much sympathy did Euro-idlers generate among US patrons barely able to afford theatre admission? All here are well-dressed, often stand for a bar-full's beverage, and need not toil when it interferes with night (or day) recreation. Lots among '34 patronage didn't consider writing real work, so concerns among those who pen could seem trivial even now. All this smacks of a Lost Generation that Hemingway and copier John Monk Saunders described, and though Paris Interlude is no Sun Also Rises, or even The Last Flight, it does compel through short length spent with Robert Young, Madge Evans, and absurdly sacrificial Otto Kruger (his a 30's career at giving up wives/sweethearts to younger rivals). Bar-tending observer of all this is Ted Healy, his character's empty inner life we glean from sardonic commentary. Poor Ted ... we hardly knew ye.