A picture stupid enough to burn up any movie audience. After five reels of laborious attempts to moralize on the title, it achieves only a sincere sigh of relief at the fadeout. A night-club entertainer maudlinly reforms and goes out to the cows and chickens with a sap hero who weeps copiously in every closeup. The girl's ex-lover finds them and ghoulishly disillusions young hubby, who thereupon weeps some more. Can such things be?