Most of the Hardy movies has a bit of the conservatives call "bleeding heart" element to them. It isn't ever too preachy, and it isn't here either, but it does tend to stretch a bit of the credulity when the people on the "wrong side of the tracks" are a gorgeous opera singer, a handsome, intelligent Harry Bailey of It's a Wonderful Life in another role, and an erudite, handsome father needing a second chance. Not exactly Dead End Kids material. It was toward the end of the depression where everyone down on their luck it wasn't their fault. But there are limits of suspension of disbelief.
The rest of the installment is standard fare - the girl trouble, the car trouble, the light drama (of the later installments anyway), a bit of choppiness in the unfolding of the story lines - a pleasant way to spend an hour and a half.
The rest of the installment is standard fare - the girl trouble, the car trouble, the light drama (of the later installments anyway), a bit of choppiness in the unfolding of the story lines - a pleasant way to spend an hour and a half.