As the other reviewers have already observed, contrary to Denis Gifford's description of it in 'The British Film Catalogue' as a musical this is more a very poor man's 'Cavalcade' (with a smattering of 'Lord Jim' thrown in), spanning twenty years, during the course of which someone very occasionally bursts into song; at one point in a bar in Queensland.
Plainly shot on a shoestring, it resembles a short that somehow clocked in at feature length, Oswald Mitchell's succession of stiffly directed scenes of people talking enhanced by Robert Martin's pleasing photography.
Plainly shot on a shoestring, it resembles a short that somehow clocked in at feature length, Oswald Mitchell's succession of stiffly directed scenes of people talking enhanced by Robert Martin's pleasing photography.