Saboteur sans gloire

Despite being quite a fan of Errol Flynn's, I had somehow managed to go forty years without seeing this movie, largely on the basis of its poor critical reputation. I always loved Flynn's swashbuckling, his insouciance, and especially his poignant performances near the end of his career in "The Sun Also Rises," "The Roots of Heaven," and "Too Much, Too Soon." I expected nothing from "Uncertain Glory," but a clip in a recent Flynn documentary caught my eye with what seemed to be a quite real and touching performance. I finally saw the film tonight and was impressed far beyond expectations. Flynn always harbored a hope of being respected as a dramatic actor, and though I think he achieved that in the previously mentioned later films, I was surprised to find in this 1944 performance a richness and texture every bit the equal of his best dramatic work. The film itself has, like most American movies of its period, certain conventions and unrealities which must be accepted (such as the variance in accents and some melodramatic plot devices), but it seemed to me to be quite believable and realistic within those confines. I was impressed by Paul Lukas, never a favorite of mine in particular, and the story kept me quite involved. Elements of it were quite moving. But Flynn quite simply overwhelmed my every expectation, and I suggest that this film might actually be reconsidered and included among the best pictures of his career. It's certainly one of his best performances.