A silent film which has a few nice moments, but mostly plods along under the listless direction of Frank Borzage. The premise comes courtesy a play from W. Somerset Maugham, and is about as contrived as it gets. A man endures his wife and friend running away together, leaving him to raise their son - and then thirty years later, his son finds himself possibly in the same position. As the son's girlfriend (Eleanor Boardman) is deciding whether to run off and leave him with another man (Malcolm McGregor), she arranges to have his mother and the man she left with show up at the family mansion so she can see how it worked out for them.
Eleanor Boardman is lovely, but she doesn't have a lot of chemistry with McGregor and the film lacks the spark of passion. It seemed to me that the most (innocently) sensual moment with her character came with her elderly father-in-law. I know it was a different time, but when her character sits on his lap, plays with his ear flirtatiously, and asks if she's "boney,", followed by him giving her a pat on the hip and reassuring her she's not, it seemed a little odd.
The cast also features an almost unrecognizable Joan Crawford in her very first year of filmmaking as the younger version of the old man's wife - the one who ran off with his friend. Look for her early on.
The test in the film really lies with the lovers who ran away thirty years ago, and there are many indications that their relationship hasn't age well - he's crotchety and cold, and she (Eugenie Besserer) doesn't seem to dress in an age appropriate way, at least for the morals of the period. Her son gets a glimpse of his mother's calf, bare except for a strand of jewelry, and is disturbed, for example, and she confesses to dying her hair to the young woman. The old couple bicker at each other and hardly seem like they could have been passionately in love once, but this is how relationships sometimes go. "Youth! It's just a day of spring...and gone!" she laments. Later when they take a trip down memory lane via an old photo album, however, they show a little affection for one another.
Curiously, the man who was jilted (Alec B. Francis) is completely at peace with these two, not showing a sign of hurt or betrayal, and in fact, laughing it up with them. This lack of feeling may have been an indication of stoicism and his own arrival at peace, but it also seemed consistent with the lack of emotional energy in the film. Instead we get attempts to liven things up in the intertitles with plenty of swear words with key letters dashed out, which, while amusing, was a poor substitute.
The younger woman takes violent jealousy as a sign of love in one of the moments leading up to the climax, which was unfortunate. The man she's thinking of running away with threatens that he would give her a black eye if someday some other man tried to take her away from him - note, not the other man, her. "You brute," she says, taking this as a sign of love (ugh!) before kissing him. In a clever way this rebounds on him, but by this time, the film had already seemed elongated, even though its runtime is just an hour. There's not enough here to recommend the film, unless you're a fan of one of the three women in the cast.
