Lightly seedy independent pre-code melodrama about a woman of modest beginnings who’s kicked around by life as she marries her way up in society. You can see tragedy coming from a mile away. This is like a G.W. Pabst-directed Louise Brooks film on a Poverty Row budget. Likable platinum blonde Leila Hyams (of Freaks kinda-fame) starts out as a singer on a gambling boat. She has a “living in sin” thing going on with the owner, but he turns out to be a two-timer who’s got some shady business going on behind closed doors. The same night that she finds out all of this, she meets a millionaire, stumbling around from his fifth martini, who proposes to her almost instantly. So she runs off with him and GUESS WHAT? Marrying a drunk whom you barely know is not a great idea. He cheats and parties all night while she sits at home feeling no better than she did in the days when she sang for her supper. That it all leads to a violent end is no surprise. That it doesn’t make any sense is no surprise, either, as you watch this rushed production fight for its low-budget life across an hour and five minutes. I was less absorbed by the story, than I was rooting for first-time director Howard Christy to eke this one out. And he did it. He got the job done. Christy would also never direct again, though he did go on to a busy career as a producer of small time westerns and Abbott and Costello movies in the 1950s.