Very peculiar Warners comedy, with a good Warners cast, that in a way presages "You Can't Take It With You," but doesn't nearly match it.It's similarly about a do-your-own-thing family in the Depression--dad's a sportswriter who drinks too much, one son (Allen Jenkins, unusually cast) a Communist-leaning lawyer, a daughter's dating a married man, little Frankie Darro is a would- be prizefighter. And Aline MacMahon, that Warners treasure, is the mom who tries to keep the family together and can't. You have to watch humiliation upon humiliation pile on this woman before you get to a late payoff, and it's painful. The comedy's just not very funny, and it strains credulity that these ingrates would suddenly see the errors of their ways. Helping are Guy Kibbee as a wastrel relative who turns out not to be a wastrel, and Louise Beavers as (forever) a maid. But it's a strained, uncomfortable piece, and it's not surprising that it's not remembered.
