The Crowd Roars (Warner Bros.) (1932)

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Fw ees U SE THESE SUPERLATIVES a BY THE NEW YORK CRITICS “Auto race thriller. Spills and chills added to romance. Audience grew hysterical. Tense hysteria. Such spills, chills and thrills! Jimmy Cagney is in fine form. Special credit to the camera crew. Climax is spectacular and punchpacked. Entire production teems with mad-dashing race shots. Men will be happy. Gals can’t help but be thrilled and thrilled!’’ —Daily News “Don’t miss ‘The Crowd Roars.’ A knockout! Loaded with excitement. Dramatic dynamite! Dare devil stunts. Will take your breath. Will move you profoundly. The winning Cagney personality will get you completely. “The Crowd Roars’ is his best picture. Exciting story.” —Daily Mirror “Packs thrills. Smash-bang thriller. Knocked the cash customers right out of their chairs. Rip-roaring drama. Hard-boiled saga of grit-hitting, dust chewing, steel nerved drivers. Hurl their cars through space with grimy death as a companion. Thrills that seem impossible to film. Cars whirling at terrible speed, leaping through fences. Hurtling over embankments with sickening finality. Turning over and over like dice thrown from death’s hand. Page Four Streaming like comets aflame when gasoline tanks burst into fire. Scenes that induced hysteria. Caused a tense audience to cheer —between gasps. Strong meat. Rich with a thousand thrills. Different type of role for Cagney. He plays it well. Paying guests roar back their approval. Exquisitely played subordinate roles. Real racing drivers skillfully introduced into the action.” —N. Y. American “Racing automobiles dash across the screen. Cars smash into each other, bursting into flame. Women shrick. Cascades of dust are hurled about. Everything is a chaos of sound and fury. Offers a new fable of the racing drivers. Cagney is triumphant. Joan Blondell registers forthrightly.” —Herald-Tribune “Thriller that snatches spectators’ breath. Racing car explodes into flames. Grimly realistic. Piling one breath-taking scene upon another. Building suspense with noise, and sickening shriek of crashing cars. Most startling yet filmed on the track. Cagney gets in plenty of laughs. Hazardous! Spectacular!”’ —Eve. Journal “Enormously successful picture. Merits attention from one and all, Mr. Cagney is again superb. © Magnificient. You must see ‘The Crowd Roars.’ ”’ —N. Y. Sun Ace thriller. Biggest celluloid thrill in months. Left most of the _ onlookers breathless and this reviewer limp. High-tension screen entertainment. Spectacular racing scenes. Dramatic value. Holds its tempo consistently. Amazing film prominence. Jammed with box-office appeal. Thrilling action. Dialogue is swell. Can’t be beat. Cagney is grand. Racing scenes are terrific. Women were hysterical.” —Eve. Graphic “Howard Hawks did a magnificent job. Real thrills. Stirring climax. Guaranteed to draw gasps from a sphinx. —Morning Telegraph ““Season’s biggest dramatic sock. Thrills and excitement have the audience almost bewildered. Realistic racing collisions, ex plosions and resulting deaths. Audience was thrown into genuine hysterics. Weak hearts, and even stout ones, will be left as limp as a rag. —Film Daily