I reckon that for all but maybe the last five minutes of this, James Cagney spends his time - and his money - sitting at a table in William Bendix' "Nick's" bar watching the customers come and go; each with a tale to tell. It is a very gently paced film; Cagney is almost guru-esque as he dispatches his devoted, if a bit simple, pal "Tom" (Wayne Morris) on various seemingly pointless errands as he listens to a variety of short stories from an aspiring tap-tancer (Paul Draper); a cowboy who has maybe had a touch too much desert sun (James Barton) and the shameless gossip (Ward Bond). It does build, slowly, to a climax of sorts - but that doesn't really matter; it is largely devoid of action - it's an observation of routine daily life with just enough spice to keep it interesting; and an appearance from Cagney's own sister, Jeanne, at the end as the love interest for the doting "Tom".
