One of John Ford's weakest films. Spencer Tracy breezes through this cliched, sentimental study of a political boss like a college student showing off when asked to recite his multiplication tables. Frank Skeffington (Tracy) rises each morning to put a rose beneath the portrait of his
deceased wife. His son (Arthur Walsh), an empty-headed good-for-nothing, does nothing but play jazz and chase women. Though surrounded by cronies and political associates, Skeffington is essentially friendless, except for his young and idealistic nephew Adam (Hunter). Adam works as a reporter for
an opposition newspaper run by Amos Force (Carradine), leader of the patrician class whic...