A deliciously old-fashioned misogynist melodrama that ends with a woman giggling demurely at being valued as highly as a box of trinkets. But heaven help me if I didn't enjoy it from beginning to end, as it also deals very interestingly with issues of class and friendship.
This over-cooked mess of potage would like to think it was a banquet. The plot bubbles along like a pot of mulligan stew while everyone tosses in whatever they can find: overripe dialog, overstuffed clothes, half-baked sets. Like a good pork pie this film cries out for a big chunk of ham to assist with the chewing of the scenery. None of the actors are up to it though, and the picture becomes an indigestible repast.