One for the African-American cinema audience. All-black cast using the fame of future Hall of Fame boxer Henry Armstrong, who held the world titles in three different weight-classes at the time, as the attraction. A boxer story, of course, with the usual distractions these kinds of stories possess. Not much boxing, and the little there was, wasn't that good. Amateur production, not managing to capture the excitement in the ring. Got the usual quirks black movies had in the 30s, which is both the downfall and the charm of these minority pictures. Far from the worst black feature, which thankfully wasn't made by the more famous Oscar Micheaux, who I consider one of the worst film makers of his time, instead directed by John Clein, so it ends up being a rather positive experience.