From 1932, we have an early tragic romance starring William Powell & Kay Francis. Starting out in Hong Kong, Powell is a man on the run who's has been caught by a detective who decides to bring him home to San Francisco via boat. Once on the ride home, he meets Francis, a socialite who he falls in love with. What each don't know is that he's wanted for murder & she's in the final throes of a fatal disease. What follows in this 70 minute yarn is the give & take of whether each character will divulge the truth to each other & the supporting players (a pair of con artists) who help them meet up for their romantic trysts. Hamfisted by the early crutches of cinema of the time (the clunky set up & just shoot'em presentation), the actors & story are still well served leaving the audience w/a bit of suspense as to how the story will end.
Review of One Way Passage
