The genius of its music and of the artists who present it makes Carnegie Hall a quality film. The trite story and direction are completely smothered by the finer points.
On the trite side is the script by Karl Kamb [from Seena Owen’s story], loaded with cliche dialog and situations. Edgar G. Ulmer’s direction does nothing with this part of the picture but, fortunately, the musical side is a heavy credit balance.
Plot covers an Irish girl who grows up in the service of the Hall and brings her son up to make his debut on its stage. Marsha Hunt surmounts an inane role to make the Irish girl part count.