There is a fight over disputed forest land and eventually a battle between two gangs of workmen..

There are silents that merely flicker, and then there are silents that roar—My Lady o' the Pines belongs to the latter tribe, a 1922 lumber-war fever dream recently dredged from a Quebec basement where nitrate almost met oblivion. Holman Francis Day, the Maine yarn-spinner turned scenarist, lards every intertitle wit...

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Philip Carle

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" There are silents that merely flicker, and then there are silents that roar—My Lady o' the Pines belongs to the latter tribe, a 1922 lumber-war fever dream recently dredged from a Quebec basement where nitrate almost met oblivion. Holman Francis Day, the Maine yarn-spinner turned scenarist, lards every intertitle with pine-scented regionalism; Doty Hobart trims the exposition like a camp cook slicing salt pork—lean, smoky, necessary. Together they craft a narrative that anticipates not only th..."

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Holman Francis Day, Doty Hobart
United States

1933 · IMDb 6.9


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