Dorothy Phillips is not looking forward to the arranged marriage with Robert Cain. He's a pill. When she meets Ralph Lewis and helps him out of a trap, she falls instantly in love. He agrees with her ideas about studying for the law and making herself useful. They elope. Yet as time goes by and two children come, circumstances and his wishes mean that she is left with the children, while he ambitiously strives.... and falls in with designing woman Shannon Day.
Allen Holubar, Miss Phillips' husband directed this movie, and it looks like one of those Demille spectacles, complete with flashbacks to the Stone Age, the Middle Ages, a mythical Amazonian land, and finally the court of Constantine before his conversion. Yet there is something odd and mocking about those daydreams of Miss Phillips. No one seems to be having a particularly good time. All the emotions are big and goofy, and the overdressed ecdysiasts at the Roman orgy seems to be dancing to "We're In The Money" from GOLD DIGGERS OF 1933. In the end it turns into a piece about respecting the martyrdom of motherhood and, of course, Christ.
The performances are good, and the story is fine, and Miss Phillips is a capable actress who looks great in a straw hat, but while she was very popular in the silent era, it's easy to see why her career stopped dead in 1930; she was 42 by then. She returned occasionally to the screen in uncredited roles through 1962, and lived to be 97, dying in 1980.
Allen Holubar, Miss Phillips' husband directed this movie, and it looks like one of those Demille spectacles, complete with flashbacks to the Stone Age, the Middle Ages, a mythical Amazonian land, and finally the court of Constantine before his conversion. Yet there is something odd and mocking about those daydreams of Miss Phillips. No one seems to be having a particularly good time. All the emotions are big and goofy, and the overdressed ecdysiasts at the Roman orgy seems to be dancing to "We're In The Money" from GOLD DIGGERS OF 1933. In the end it turns into a piece about respecting the martyrdom of motherhood and, of course, Christ.
The performances are good, and the story is fine, and Miss Phillips is a capable actress who looks great in a straw hat, but while she was very popular in the silent era, it's easy to see why her career stopped dead in 1930; she was 42 by then. She returned occasionally to the screen in uncredited roles through 1962, and lived to be 97, dying in 1980.