JohnHowardReid I suppose you could say that even some of the most disappointing movies obviously cost their producers and their production companies a little bit of money. Not much, maybe. Just a few thousands, perhaps. But "Where the North Holds Sway" (1927), on the other hand, was obviously produced for the proverbial penny. The producer, Morris R. Schlank, didn't even bother to copyright his movie, let alone pay the trivial fee involved. True, the real locations on occasion are well employed, but the players - Jack Perrin's close-lipped Mountie, Pauline Curley's sad-faced heroine, Buzz Barton's eager-beaver teenager, Lew Meehan's so screamingly obvious villain - and the mediocre direction by prolific screenwriter Bennett Cohen - are all minor league, to say the least. True, a wee bit of action also compensates for the tedium. Not much, but better than nothing. The Grapevine DVD rates a watchable 7/10. But who would want to buy this movie, let alone add it to his or her collection?!