Mae Clark in another old-fashioned sob story from the '30s...
Mae Clarke has the title role in this sob story about a well-intentioned woman who gets mixed up with a gangster and his troubles. When she wants to leave him, he lays down strict orders that he's the one who'll tell her when the affair is over.
Typical dialog has Clarke saying things like: "I'm a gangster's moll. I made a grab for happiness and it exploded in my face." That about sums up the meager plot.
Marie Prevost is the heroine's fast-talking, tough girlfriend who supplies most of the humor. James Hall is the man Clarke really loves and Robert Ellis is the gangster.
It's told in a brisk running time but comes across as little more than a fair programmer from Columbia but extremely dated.
Clarke is sincere and restrained as the woman who doesn't want to give up her baby, but it's strictly a routine melodrama with nothing new to offer. A weepie designated to reap tears from females especially.
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