Although it's not a particularly good film, the 1940 remake of The Way of All Flesh is worth a look (if you can locate this hard-to-find film) just because it's the rare "weepie" that focused on a nobly self-sacrificing (if flawed) father rather than mother. It should also be noted that Flesh plays fast and loose with its original source material, so those looking for a faithful adaptation of the Samuel Butler novel should know in advance they will be disappointed. What viewers get is a contrived tear-jerker, manipulative down to its teeth and about as maudlin and unconvincing as they get. Yet devotees of the genre will probably be willing to forgive it these excesses and give in to its emotional button-pushing. Director Louis King doesn't go in much for restraint, but that's not necessarily a bad way to approach this kind of material. Where Flesh manages to shine is in its lead. Akim Tamiroff does a very fine job throughout, finding something real to play in even the tritest and most mawkish moments. There's also fine work from Gladys George, and the supporting cast in general is good.