With plenty of legs, lingerie, and even a few smacks on the behind, there is plenty of eye candy 1933-style early on in this movie, and it's clearly pre-Code. Joan Blondell plays an up-and-coming chorus girl with a complicated love life, being secretly married and having male admirers. Her glowering husband, played well in increasingly dark tones by Allen Vincent, is led to believe she has a lover, and leaves her. The notoriety in the press helps fuel her rise to the top, and as years go by, she's famous while he finds himself in debt. The movie then takes on the feel of a drama, with him pressuring her for money, and when he finds out she has a child, he tries to use that as leverage. The movie isn't a work of art or anything (and isn't particularly well preserved compared to others from the time), but it was interesting to see Blondell in a strong role, sexually free and standing up for herself amidst a courtroom barrage that reveals the ever-present double standard. It's worth the 61 minute run time.