The story and the script are terribly weak, to the point where it is hard to understand the motivations of any of the characters. Lord Paul Menford (Ronald Colman) is an upper class twit who apparently does not know how to do anything except look handsome, and as a result he is now on the verge of losing his estate. Fortune falls into his arms in the form of heiress Dorothy Adams (Constance Talmadge) who is instantly smitten. Lord Menford manages to meet Dorothy again by a simple and miraculously unnoticed deception and the romance is off and running. At each difficulty in this twisted plot, Lord Menford's first instinct is to lie and hope for the best, but of course this only complicates matters. In the one critical scene where he actually is innocent, he is strangely silent, and so what follows is the favorite device of script writers everywhere: the misunderstanding that isn't explained and that drives the rest of the plot. Somehow through all of this, Dorothy still loves the cad, and even the Dad is smitten. Well, love prevails in the end, but you already knew that, as did everyone who watched this thing in 1924. But I had to check "spoiler alert" anyway to be legal. As for redeeming qualities, well it is old and as Noah Cross would say, anything gets respectable if it gets old enough. Ronald Coleman does a fine job in the role he is given, Constance Talmadge seems to overact terribly, but this is the style of the silent era. And everyone dresses really well.
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