Warner Bros. was known for gritty gangster pictures. Here, of all things, they've fashioned a gritty adolescent girl film, with a lot more boldness than I ever expected. More than a brat, Roberta's a little hellion, flinging food trays and emotional tizzies at the slightest provocation. We understand her problems come from an unloving wealthy household where she and the butler (Vogan) go ten-rounds without a referee.
But consider the darker side. She is, after all, partially responsible for the death of an innocent motorist, when she grabs the car wheel from butler Jenkins. The probation school reckoning for that strikes me as pretty mild. Nor, rather surprisingly, does the screenplay supply a moral reckoning. Also unexpected is the casualness with which Roberta crosses the colorline with Pinkie (Beard) and his Negro family. But then, she probably identifies more with them than with her distant mother and father. And I agree with another reviewer that there seems some innuendo from the handsome Williams toward the budding young woman.
All of this strikes me as unusual for a Production Code programmer. But then writer Negulesco directed some of the better studio products of the 40's and 50's, including the soulful Deep Valley (1947) and the surprisingly sensitive Take Care of My Little Girl (1952). Then too, Granville turns in an absolutely bravura performance that rivets attention throughout. Quite a risk for a young actress to make herself so unlikable for so much of the movie. Anyhow, the last third lapses into something much more conventional, as might be expected for what remains a commercial product. Nonetheless, there's enough of the unconventional in both filming and writing to make this little obscurity worth catching up with.
