Kay Francis works for Traveler's Aid in San Francisco, helping people get to where they are going to, whether they're mail-order brides from overseas, or girls who think they can't go home with the baby from the dead husband her family disapproved of. George Brent is in charge of building the Golden Gate Bridge. Naturally they fall in love, and he wants her to quit her silly job, which she won't, so bye! Meanwhile protection racketeer Barton MacLane wants $5,000 a month, which Brent says no to. So Maclane gets some of his workers drunk, falling off the construction site to become splatters far below, and blaming Brent.
It's got a provenance that includes Frank Wead. That explains the muscular side of things, with men riveting red-hot rivets, and using an oxy-acetylene torch to light their cigarettes. All very phallic. But most of the time it seems like a Public Service Announcement for Traveler's Aid, which is doing good work even as Brent scoffs, and is still doing good work as I do this. Most of the mysticism is missing from this Frank Borzage movie, but what remains is a well-paced movie, with funny and sad vignettes, and a lynching at the end. Too bad the prowl cars pull up as it begins.
It's got a provenance that includes Frank Wead. That explains the muscular side of things, with men riveting red-hot rivets, and using an oxy-acetylene torch to light their cigarettes. All very phallic. But most of the time it seems like a Public Service Announcement for Traveler's Aid, which is doing good work even as Brent scoffs, and is still doing good work as I do this. Most of the mysticism is missing from this Frank Borzage movie, but what remains is a well-paced movie, with funny and sad vignettes, and a lynching at the end. Too bad the prowl cars pull up as it begins.