If I Were Free

If a soap opera (romantic melodrama, if you prefer) were deprived of its intricate plot complications and convoluted relationships, what would be left? Probably something on the order of this picture, a mild, conventional story of a love affair whose development is at least honest and somewhat touching - until its resolution is brought about through extraneous matters, rather than the characters and their aspirations.

Irene Dunne does not have quite the command of this role that she usually displays. Clive Brook offers his familiar jaded ennui (just right, if a very dry martini is your drink), and dear old Henry Stephenson once again tries to do right by everyone.

There are assuredly worse ways to spend sixty-five minutes than with this picture, but why its producers bothered to make something so bland is not easily explained.