Our reporter hero has just married our heroine, country girl from Vermont, and has come back to New York for a brief honeymoon. When he sees a famous rich person fall from a window, will he get entangled in getting the story, following the siren call of the ROAR OF THE PRESS, or will he be able to give his cute newlywed some quality time?
This is a rather ordinary film from the infamous PRC, home of Edgar G. Ulmer and a whole lot of very cheap cinema. The leads are obscure -- they act well enough and give decent line readings. But the male lead is a decidedly peculiar choice for leading man -- he has "fat best friend character actor" written all over his looks and his cheerful, but hardly dominating performance. The female lead complains in the way that wives of husbands, journalists, and other busy professions always seem to do in the movies.
The end result is nothing very bad (the acting and pacing is OK), but nothing memorable either. Whether you respond with mild bemusement, mild boredom, or utter despair, depends on your appreciation for, or tolerance of, the host of "reporter after hot story" clichés trotted out here. Almost any Warner Bros film from the 30s that you can find will handle this sort of material better. But, if you have a hankering for a rootin, tootin hard-bitten stop the presses kind of movie right this second, you can watch this picture any time you want over at archive.org.
This is a rather ordinary film from the infamous PRC, home of Edgar G. Ulmer and a whole lot of very cheap cinema. The leads are obscure -- they act well enough and give decent line readings. But the male lead is a decidedly peculiar choice for leading man -- he has "fat best friend character actor" written all over his looks and his cheerful, but hardly dominating performance. The female lead complains in the way that wives of husbands, journalists, and other busy professions always seem to do in the movies.
The end result is nothing very bad (the acting and pacing is OK), but nothing memorable either. Whether you respond with mild bemusement, mild boredom, or utter despair, depends on your appreciation for, or tolerance of, the host of "reporter after hot story" clichés trotted out here. Almost any Warner Bros film from the 30s that you can find will handle this sort of material better. But, if you have a hankering for a rootin, tootin hard-bitten stop the presses kind of movie right this second, you can watch this picture any time you want over at archive.org.