The high spots of this picture are the graceful dancing in it and Arthur Tracey’s fine voice. Anna Neagle is natural in the role of an ambitious chorus girl who dries up so completely when her big moment comes.
There is too much repetition; too much flashing back to the same stage set and recurrence of song scenes. But withal there is an air of sincerity that makes the story pleasing, if not epoch-making.
A chorine hears a down-and-outer singing in the street, and when the star singer of her show loses his voice within a half hour of the first night she drags the boy in and pleads with the management to give him a chance. He becomes a riot and, despite the amorous leanings of a wealthy society girl, remains faithful to the girl who discovered him.
Tilly Losch bestows a few scenes of exotic dancing, with Robinson & Martin responsible for some charming and graceful steps.