From the early period when the later renowned Ingmar Bergman would be directing his own screenplays, this melodrama from the veteran Gustav Molander (most famous for discovering the other Bergman, Ingrid) suffers from the unpleasant writing of the main female character (a poisonous "femme fatale" reminiscent of some of the worst of Hollywood film noir) and an unnecessarily complicated story layout tricked out with flashbacks and narration.
It is competently enough made but leaves an unpleasant aftertaste.
It is competently enough made but leaves an unpleasant aftertaste.