Delirious precode melodrama which stitches a student nurse comedy to quite a nasty crime story. Barbara Stanwyck plays a tough broad who blags her way into nursing school, and gets to hang out on the wards with Joan Blondell's cynical, gum chewing finagler. Edit in a shower scene and you've got a Russ Meyer exploitation picture.
After the girls graduate they get posted to a house of dipsomaniacs hell bent on starving to death a couple of moppets to get their trust fund. The scheme is led by pre-stardom Clark Gable as a sort of chauffeur/gangster who actually knocks out Stanwyck’s night nurse stone cold when she turns whistleblower to shut down the corrupt doctor charged with their care.
It's an unpolished but zesty performance from the star, matched by Blondell's perky, sassy insolence. It's got all the merits of '30s Warner Brothers, with proletarian scenarios and punchy dialogue spoken by wise guys. Nursing demands a pragmatic approach in this city of mobsters and if the students aren't drinking in speakeasies, they're patching up bullet wounds.
It takes some longueurs to get the scanty material to stretch to the (brief) running time but mostly this is crisply directed by William Wellman. More importantly, he gets the laconic script to crackle. Really it's just a weird potboiler, but it delivers that characteristic precode thrill of the utterly unexpected.