A cute young flapper enjoys the company of high-society gentlemen until she finds love with a rugged man of the mountains. After he rescues her from snakes, she decides that city boys simply don't suffice anymore.
The first time I encountered Moonlight Follies it was a single warped 35 mm reel, vinegar-sour and humming like a beehive—yet the image of Marie Prevost’s opalescent knees flashing beneath a fringed shimmy still struck me harder than any CGI tempest today. Director Andrew Percival Younger and scenarist Percival Wilde...
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King Baggot
Lloyd Ingraham
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" The first time I encountered Moonlight Follies it was a single warped 35 mm reel, vinegar-sour and humming like a beehive—yet the image of Marie Prevost’s opalescent knees flashing beneath a fringed shimmy still struck me harder than any CGI tempest today. Director Andrew Percival Younger and scenarist Percival Wilde confect a fable that pretends to be featherweight, but its aftertaste burns like bootleg gin. Prevost’s flapper—never named, only cooed at as “little firefly” by a parade of tuxed..."
Percival Wilde, Andrew Percival Younger
United States
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