This felt like the amalgamation of every Warners movie from 1940 to 1950 complete with the Joan Crawford wannabe lead imitating Joan's look and persona from Flamingo Road, the kids were recycled from Mildred Pierce, the black guy friend from Casablanca, the music from Humoresque, Garfield's wife was basically Garfield's mother in Humoresque, the plot from various Bogart films, everything was so formulaic and cliche. Just watch the originals, not this mishmash filler. The only interesting, daring, bold element was the white girls touching the little black boy and the focused ending shot on the boy for a sad reason at the end. At least this movie cared to break the racial rules even if it failed to not obey all the other ones.