In 1942’s Girls In Chains, gangster Johnny Moon is cleared of an unspecified charge by a jury. The judge chastises them harshly, taking away their jury privileges! No!
In a bewildering twist, Johnny’s sister-in-law, Miss Martin, takes a job teaching at a women’s correctional facility. Girls in chains! Well, not exactly. To be honest, there isn’t a single chained woman in this film. Just an assortment of shoplifters and “lady hobos” who are exhausted from doing too much laundry.
Miss Martin fights tirelessly for reform, not knowing that the screws are in Johnny Moon’s back pocket. It’s a tough break, and I’m very sorry to report that I spent over an hour of my life watching it slowly unfold. It’s hard to imagine anything more boring than this film. Do not watch if you are tired or value your will to live.
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