Some films it seems are destined to be dreadful. Here the whole enterprise was beset with production problems and it shows. Every film-maker is entitled to the occasional aberration but despite Michael Powell's lunatic notion of making this a musical being thankfully knocked on the head, the finished product retains the feel of a second rate operetta without the music. It does at least look pretty, courtesy of Christpher Challis' cinematography and Hein Heckroth's sets but the acting by some of the supporting cast is amateurish and the editing simply atrocious.
Although David Niven, on loan from MGM is affable as the title character this role once again reveals his limitations as an actor whilst Margaret Leighton is alas miscast as Lady Blakeney. It might at one stage have been the genuinely gallic Madeleine le Beau but Powell was overrruled. Cyril Cusack as Chauvelin is a pantomime villain and Sir Percy's aristo confederates resemble members of a rugby team on a weekend jaunt to France. It is best to draw a discreet veil over Jack Hawkins' Prince of Wales.
Mr. Powell at least possessed sufficient humility to acknowledge that "it was a terrible mess".
After their triumphs of the Forties, this and his subsequent films with Emeric Pressburger were hopelessly out of step with a Fifties audience but out on his own his 'Peeping Tom' from 1960, despite the chorus of disapproval that met its release, proved to be years ahead of its time.
