Film is pretty completely lacking in anything resembling dramatic force, and what plot is present is largely synthetic, particularly in the closing sequence, but in the place of drama there is an abundance of sentimentality in the relations of a sometimes rowdy, but always honest and courageous pair of adolescents toward their parents, who in turn deal with them with large and affectionate tolerance.
It is in the sympathetically drawn family picture that the punch of the story lies. There is the mother role engagingly played by Frances Starr, a mother who is borne along through life by an abiding affection for her husband and a splendid faith and happiness in the integrity of her two children, boy and girl.
Story [by Lewis Beach] is expertly told within its modest comedy limits and the playing by the cast is flawless.
Young ‘Buddy’ Rogers does one of the neatest, if least important, bits of juvenile playing of his career, while the two younger women of the cast (Peggy Shannon and Frances Dee) make two contrasting examples of the flap type, the former a rather conventional figure and the latter a sometimes scatter-brained hoyden.