rried to the woman, named Dianne, so that he won't get in trouble with the law. Of course, reluctantly, he begins to fall in love with Dianne. Just as he confesses his love, he gets called to war. Even though they are separated by the war, he calls to her every day at 11 am. Not by telephone, but by calling to the wind. She somehow senses him because of their true love for one another. This is one of the most contrived movies I have ever seen. Charles Farrell was such a ham that I fear he had to hide himself at Easter time so he wouldn't be confused for Easter dinner. The movie won miss Gaynor the first Oscar for best actress and frank borsage the first director Oscar. I don't know why movies of the twenties relied upon so many plot devices to tell the story. There were so many comic relief scenes that the romance of the two lead characters was so under-developed. The story had its merits, however. In some ways, the story reminds me of James Cameron's titanic. My next movie is "Broadway Melody"
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