Une œuvre sentimentalo-policière d'une évidente sympathie dans laquelle Spencer Tracy dont, c'est déjà le onzième long métrage, a peaufiné la silhouette psychologique de son personnage (accommodant, bonhomme, bienveillant) que l'on retrouvera avec bonheur dans bien des créations ultérieures. A noter la prestation assez époustouflante de Frank Moran, en alcoolique belliqueux et querelleur. www.cinefiches.com
A Pre-code charmer not very different from Raoul Walsh's Big Brown Eyes four years later. It's light, stereotyped, blue-collar with a balancing streak of sexuality, adultery and murder. But that's all fake blood and fancy, merely bait hanging in front of its 30's audience to give them a few laughs and take their minds off the fast approaching economic Depression--85 years later, it still beats reading the news.
CINEMA _ Walsh is as good as can be with westerns, film noirs or silent movies. Here he gives his touch (style and tempo) to this early pre-code screwball comedy. Spencer Tracy and Joan Bennett are very accomplice on screen. Sometimes a bit dated but overall a good piece of Hollywood entertainment.
I'm not sure what to say. Sometimes I felt vicariously ashamed, especially with the sidekick detective that seems to suffer from echolalia. Other times I laughed out loud: there are some witty conversations in there, and the drunks -although it takes a while before you realize how cynical it all is- are great, especially in the fish-slapping scene. I was nicely amused by this!