A rich man accidentally develops a conscience. Weird that a millionaire declaring "We have a responsibility to the community we live in!" probably sounds more risque for him to say today than it did 80 years ago. Incredibly dark and downbeat for a 30s film, especially one produced during the Code, it touches on some very then-relevant topics and presents it in all of its gory details.
I kind of wish this movie was less about the pretty white girl's typical 'rediscovering her mom' junk and more about Hudson's discovery and connection to a group of women who embody so many of her own feelings that she could never express before.
Instead, the dramatic beats seem like less of an awakening than a mishmash. The insertion of contemporary music is jarring, and the overuse of montage covers some moments that would be better left explored. Just kind of unsatisfying overall, though it has a lot of good pieces.