4.5 stars for this fabulously sleazy Pre-code melodrama. Here in the screenshot you can see Clara Bow about to bullwhip a dude she likes, after which she tears the collar off her sheer blouse to bandage his wounds, immediately afterwards (in that torn blouse) she wrestles a well-endowed Great Dane, and then she gets into a cat-fight with hair-pulling. All this in the first few scenes. +Drag queens & an anarchist too!
How do stories of Clara Bow's inability to make it in sound continue to hold any water when even a cursory glance at her talkies proves that she was brilliant in them (and didn't have the blistering Brooklyn accent that both tired stories and biographers like Stenn attribute to her)? Clara remained a white-hot star in talking pictures, and this film proves why.
Clara Bow delivers a tour de force performance in a pretty damning piece of work. was absolutely fantastic in this movie. I liked how unflinching and unsentimental the film dealt with the heavy subject matter. As the drama ensues for Bow’s character, because it’s a Hollywood movie you think you’ll get simple resolutions to her situation but that doesn’t happen. At least, not in an overly typical manner. Great movie
Few actresses could have pulled off this otherworldly script and remained sympathetic at the end. Bow never misses a beat...whether she's whipping a half-breed, throwing punches in Hollywood's first gay bar, pulling Thema Todd's hair, or cradling her sick infant. Something to behold.