Frantic soaper concerning a musical star on Broadway who is on the verge of leaving show business behind for married life; during her latest stage-extravaganza, police investigate a murder/suicide backstage. Hackneyed early talkie is too ambitious for its own good (and attempts to pack too much plot into 70 minutes of running time). Dorothy Mackaill doesn't fire off many zingers in this one but, as always, she's hypnotically fascinating. Mackaill may have become another Bette Davis had she hit Hollywood just a few years later. Supporting cast and surrounding chaos don't do Dot justice. *1/2 from ****
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