Charming love story woven round the central personality of the world-famous pianist, Paderewski. For the highbrows there will probably not be enough of the maestro’s genius # for the lowbrows, there will certainly be too much.
Locale is Sweden, where Charles Farrell, agent for a country estate, declares his love for Ingrid, granddaughter of the baroness, by whom he is employed. Forced landing by a passenger plane bound for Paris brings into the household for temporary hospitality three men, one of them Paderewski; another, a plausible, much-traveled gent of doubtful antecedents.
Baroness is honoured by the presence of the famous musician but soon distrusts the boastful young man-about-town. He makes a play for the young girl, who, having led a hermit-like existence, gets carried away by his worldliness and is hopelessly infatuated.
Charles Farrell has little to do but look on wistfully while his lady is alienated from him; Eric Portman gives a polished, scoundrelly performance; Barbara Greene is attractive and sincere as Ingrid: Marie Tempest, in her first screen role, is her usual delightful self. Of the aged maestro there can be no criticism; they wished to weave a story around him, and artistically and unpretentiously they have succeeded.