|~Review in September 1917 Photoplay Magazine~
I always feel that I have been jollied and trifled with when I sit through a story, permit myself to become
interested, and then learn that is was all a dream. It seems such a cowardly way of reaching conclusions.
It is like using sterilized horrors. The most dreadful things happen, and you grow quite impressed with
them, and - then you are let down. I wonder why. Surely what is worth picturing is worth happening.
Why dream? "The Broadway Sport," in which Mr. Stuart Holmes is the star, turns out to be the nothing
more than a dream, with Stuart Holmes as a gawky clerk in a small-town store. He is clad in ill-fitting
clothes and spectacles, which I am told, is a new garb for Mr. Holmes. However, needless to say that he
The Story concerns the robbery of his boss' safe by a couple of thugs. Holmes locks them in the safe and
picks up the money that they scatter around. The idea comes to him that with such an amount of cash he
can become a Broadway sport, and he proceeds to do it.
There is a ridiculous dalliance with hypnotism, by means of which a "shyster" lawyer contrives to get the
hero recognized as the nephew of a millionaire and a share of the spoils for himself. Then the incidents
set in. There is a ball, at which all the "elite" of the unelite world assist, and five hundred quarts of
champagne are used in the pool at the supper table. Such is the extravagance of the film idea!
I suppose that many of the incidents are intended to be humorous - for instance, the rescue from a forced
marriage of the wrong girl at the very altar! The hero escapes with her in the usual automobile, lifts up
her bridal veil, and discovers that she is a fright!
However, it is not necessary to describe a story that is but a dream. That is the way I feel about it. At the
very close of "Broadway Sport" the hero wakes up, and is the gawky clerk, with the spectacles on again,
and nothing that happened - happened. What a let down!
Stuart Holmes has a limited amount of facial expression, and was not particularly happy in this role. Of
course he wore the "latest" as the sport, and seemed to be more at ease. Clothes make the man, and they
certainly make the movie star, of either gender. The picture was so wildly improbable that it cannot be
discussed in very cold blood. I thought that the best work was done by Miss Mabel Rutter, who played the
spinster typist. This was really clever, and as it is one of those roles that will probably escape attention -
only the lovely heroines are noticed in pictures - I am glad to be able to praise it. It is these "bits" that
count on beth the legitimate and the picture stage. The unknown actress (most likely he is describing
Wanda Hawley) who manages to make a small role stand forth conspicuously surely demands
recognition. I considered that Miss Rutter's work in "Broadway Sport" was the best that was done in the
By Alan Dale
|Written & Directed by: Carl Harbaugh
Stuart Holmes ... Hezekiah Dill
Wanda Hawley ... Sadie Sweet
Dan Mason ... Hector Sweet
Mabel Rutter ... Violet Gaffney
William B. Green ... John D. Boulder
J. Sullivan ... His Counselor
Mario Majeroni ... The Hypnotist
Jay Wilson ... Plain Clothesman
Produced & Released by: Fox Film Corporation
Cinematography by: Georges Benoît
Length: 5 Reels
Runtime: 50 Minutes
Released: June 10, 1917