Embezzling Richard Dix gets a two year stretch
and leaves comely wife Madge Evans to tender mercy of presumed best friend
Conway Tearle. MGM's trailer sold Day Of Reckoning as meditation on how long a
woman should wait when deprived of her man, as in Don't Judge Lest You Walk In
Those Shoes, this another theme abandoned once Code enforcing got hold.
Depression-screen families, even ones servant-supplied, were always just this side of
stony broke, roofs of ruin poised to cave in due to misstep or cruel chance. A
soft bed of temptation awaited wives; were any safe from seducer snare? Not
that real life has spared them since, but movies largely left the topic alone
from precode's cessation. Long arm of poetic justice puts Reckoning's usurper in
jailhouse clutch of his victim, a neat shortcut to payback when you've but 69
minutes to tie things up, and what's use of a twenty floor drop if not to
dispose of villainy? Enjoyable by modest means, and little Spanky McFarland is
one of tots stir-bound Dix must leave behind. Day Of Reckoning is available from Warner Archive.