Did ol Rudyard K ever think that Master Harvey's problems might have arisen from the fact that there are no maternal influences in his life whatsoever? So what's his solution? To double down on the testosterone, natch. A truly dumb movie with, admittedly, some fine child acting from Freddy B. And some atypically bad acting from Spence for which he, of course, nabbed the Oscar.
Review of Captains Courageous
