It has the usual theatrical deficiencies of stories not originally conceived for the stage; but Owen Davis has adapted it very adroitly, keeping as much of the original dialogue as possible and filling in the gaps with intelligence and a happy invention.

Most of the rest of Scott Fitzgerald's splendid story is brought out in the picture, but somewhere, in the translation into a mile of celluloid, the finer parts of the typed version have been lost.

It is well done, but many persons will wonder whether it was worth doing at all. Seeing it will make nobody happy, nor will it send anybody away feeling more fit to battle against his own troubles.

In attempting to satisfy the limited group who have applauded Fitzgerald's novel, and also the unlimited group who wouldn't read the book on a bet, Mr. Brenon has fallen between two stools.