The stage play opened on Broadway at the Playhouse on 6 March 1922 and ran a fairly successful 120 performances. Doris Kenyon and Paul Kelly starred for director Lumsden Hare.
However, the plot and devices of the Owen Davis play are so far removed from those of the movie that what we have here is virtually an original rather than an adaptation.
Although Virginia Valli registers smoothly as the heroine, our hero, alas, is played by dull-as-ditchwater Forrest Stanley. Admittedly, Mr Stanley starts well, but then goes to water, allowing everyone else in the cast, including even minor players like precocious Priscilla Moran, ho-hum Holmes Herbert and woebegone William V. Mong to steal every one of his scenes.
Fortunately, the biggest scene-stealers of all are none other than that wonderful vamp of vamps, Margaret Livingston, and a man who always makes his presence felt and literally lights up the screen, George Fawcett.
In fact, the movie is well worth seeing just to catch Miss Livingston alone. Fawcett is an added pleasure and it's a pity his role was not combined with that played by Holmes Herbert. That would have been movie dynamite!
As for technical credits, they also are very deft indeed.
