This early Joan Crawford vehicle is a very uneven production, primarily due to the dialogue. Johnny Mack Brown reads the script like a high school thespian. Though Crawford's performance is nothing to write home about either, one wonders how much better this production might have been if Brown had been able to portray his character in a convincing fashion.

The best part of this film is the music. There are range ballads sung by a competent male chorus, and some pleasant (though somewhat out of place) solos by Cliff Edwards (aka the voice of Jiminy Cricket) and his ukulele.

But the plot is too simplistic and predictable. The characters are mostly caricatures. And the action is uneven.

Still, this film has some interest for its use of Crawford.