Sam Noland’s review published on Letterboxd:
I’ve come to accept that the acting styles of the 30s will rarely hold up by today’s standards, so I try not to focus on that when I watch old movies. The acting here isn’t particulrly great, but what the movie is getting at is actually rather thoughtful. It’s about the role of the writer, and how they can sometimes forget to take their lives seriously. They purposely get themselves into unfavorable situations in order to gain ‘inspiration,’ but sometimes they can have trouble recognizing when to get themselves out. I love King Vidor movies, even if they’re a bit dated, because there’s always something to analyze and unpack, and this is no exception.