Creaky pre-code, poverty row drama is dampered by the melodramatic performance of Lester Vail as an alcoholic newspaper man determined to get the goods on the head of an organized crime ring, only to find that it's a little too close to home. John Miltern, the respected loveable old judge, and father of his fiancee (Frances Dade), is leading a double life, and his violent reactions to the threat of being exposed end up exposing him to the most precious thing in his life.
Too bad that this crime drama is excruciatingly lifeless, with even the overabundance of enthusiasm of Vail a detriment to the film's impact. It's like a filmed stage play, looking like something from 1928/29 rather than the post-era of sparkling journalism and crime films like "The Front Page", "Five Star Final", "Little Caesar" and "Scarface". An absolute chore to get through, with poor sound, editing and photography in addition to bizarre performances.
Too bad that this crime drama is excruciatingly lifeless, with even the overabundance of enthusiasm of Vail a detriment to the film's impact. It's like a filmed stage play, looking like something from 1928/29 rather than the post-era of sparkling journalism and crime films like "The Front Page", "Five Star Final", "Little Caesar" and "Scarface". An absolute chore to get through, with poor sound, editing and photography in addition to bizarre performances.