William Aherne portrays William, a man who achieved success and wants his son to enjoy opportunities he never had—fine clothes, a good home, and education. However, these advantages seem to produce Oliver (initially portrayed by Scotty Beckett, then Louis Hayward), a troubled young man. He demonstrates a lack of appreciation for what he receives and gradually pushes away those around him. Livia (Madeleine Carroll) and Maeve (Laraine Day), who are smitten with him, appear to be the only ones able to see past his exterior and offer assistance, but will their efforts come too late? The narrative explores the pitfalls of overindulging a child, though I felt William’s character was overly lenient. Despite having overcome hardship himself, he's so forgiving that it sometimes feels unrealistic. A consistent element is the friendship between William and his friend Dermot (Henry Hull), which gains significance as they realize Oliver might be beyond redemption. Laraine Day's Irish accent is consistently grating; it’s almost painful to listen to. The film felt bogged down by lengthy conversations and a lack of momentum, like wading through thick syrup, losing its direction until the outbreak of war. Louis Hayward delivers a decent performance, and the plot itself is sound, but the movie struggles overall.

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