This seems to be the third film Frank Borzage directed, then aged twenty- two. He does not act in it, and the scenario was written by someone called Lorimer Johnston, then aged fifty-eight. The print is of poor quality, the image blurred. Nothing enthralling in the plot or the characters – an aged organist, the aged organist’s daughter and a young organist, who might be a crook. I find myself in serious trouble explaining why this grey little film appears to me like a perfect Borzage, a beautiful, moving work, unpretentious, emanating a great sense of harmony and humanity. How much of Borzage have we seen since he was rediscovered twenty-five years ago? Far too little for our good.

Mariann Lewinsky