While the soap opera elements of this exploitation drama are campy (a leading female character by the name of Doris Devereaux, can you get any more soapy than that?), the writing of this film which has a strange history leaves a lot to be desired. It's a preachy movie about the wages of sin, pointing the finger at teenagers of the early 30's (particularly Thoroughly Modern Doris and her rebellious sister Helen), on the vices of drinking and partying and pre-marital relations. Perhaps a retort to some of the free living pre-code films of the era, this has a minister as the moral compass of the community, his character seemingly not even listed in the credits, also the father of a teen girl who is very troubled, creating the stereotype of the Minister's daughter gone bad.
The acting is absolutely dreadful, monotone and dull, and the sound effects utilized over a sudden storm sounds more like police and ambulance sirens than rain and wind. Somebody was obviously winding the wind machine a bit too fast. The storyline isn't really even all that interesting, the excessive number of characters confusing to try to keep track of, and a bunch of sanctimonious minor characters wagging their fingers and clutching their pearls tighter than a Long Island society matron. If it wasn't for the unintentional laughs, I would have given this fiasco a complete bomb.
The acting is absolutely dreadful, monotone and dull, and the sound effects utilized over a sudden storm sounds more like police and ambulance sirens than rain and wind. Somebody was obviously winding the wind machine a bit too fast. The storyline isn't really even all that interesting, the excessive number of characters confusing to try to keep track of, and a bunch of sanctimonious minor characters wagging their fingers and clutching their pearls tighter than a Long Island society matron. If it wasn't for the unintentional laughs, I would have given this fiasco a complete bomb.