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from Variety
Mary MacLane . . . . . . Herself It is one of those things that never should have been. I, Mary came out of the west - from Butte - and when she struck Chicago, the newshounds leaped to the assignment, and Mary got publicity. Her book was the reason. It was of the frank, soul-revealing type, and quotes from it made good copy for the newspapers. It is apparent that Miss MacLane wasn't gobbled up by Essanay because of her film-acting abilities. The ostensible reason was a desire to cash in on the large publicity. It is not probably that there will be much of a cash-in. The picture was presented at Orchestra Hall at a range of prices from 25 cents to $1. Its showing demonstrated it as a highly unsatisfactory, rather anemic vehicle for a lady who may know how to write but who knows nothing of acting. The Butte brand of vampire is nix. The picture is replete with radical and ultra subtle subtle subtitles, which smack of Mary's authorship. There is very little story. It appears that several men fell in love with Miss MacLane, and became imbued with a desire to possess her. Smoking cigarettes the while, she she briefly plays with each and hands out the fare-the-well at the finish. However true to life this may be, it was not brought out strikingly or entertainingly in the picture. Miss MacLane's supporting cast does well with what it has been given it to do. No possible criticism can be made of the photography. It is excellent. Arthur Berthelet did the directing. Before production of the picture, there were press rumors Censor Funkhouser was going to delete certain lurid phases of the picture. It developed that Funkhouser didn't have to cut much. "Men Who Have Made Love to Me" may do well in Butte.
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