An early effort from director Capra that proved he still had plenty to learn about making movies. Cortez, the son of a Jewish pushcart vendor, works his way up the ladder of success and moves his family to a classy Fifth-Avenue address. Ashamed of his humble background, he introduces his mother and father as his domestics when the wealthy parents of the woman he hopes to marry stop by for a visit. Hersholt, his father, is understandably crushed. Adding insult to injury, Cortez sends his sister packing when she remains loyal to her struggling-tunesmith sweetheart even though he has been arrested for his role in a robbery. In the end, though, the family is reunited and Hersholt dies with all of his loved ones gathered around him. The production is chock-full of cheap sentiment and heavy on implausibility. The characters don't get much beyond classic Jewish stereotypes, which doesn't help things any. Consequently, Capra shows none of the humanity and wisdom that would be the hallmark of his work later in his career. This was partially silent, using subtitles at some moments and badly synched sound at others.