It's not a storybook romance, it's not revenge, and it's certainly not action. Tempers don't get out of hand, and nobody breaks any dishes, though hearts are broken -- some, several times. If anything, almost everyone involved is more polite than others expect ... and that's the problem, since nobody wants to hurt anyone either. A fairly mature telling of how romantic intertwining may or may not work, and how the people involved might handle it. The characters are surprisingly honest about their failings, and none are either blamed or blameless.
That being said, a lot of the acting comes and goes. There's quite a bit of overly clear articulation early on, especially from Ben Lyon. Joan is mostly just serviceable with a flash or two of what made her so special elsewhere. Bebe shows improvement from her earlier roles; in one lonely scene with roses, she wins us entirely without words. Lewis Stone is almost unfailingly sympathetic, just as he is so often -- when a scene really works, it's often because of him, whether alone or with others. Natalie Moorhead seems born to this kind of role, so it's a pleasure to see her do it again.
All in all, a worthwhile story, nicely filmed and clearly audible. Recommended for its unusual subtlety, and the fantastic proliferation of Art Deco design and late-flapper gowns (especially on Moorhead).
