WWII. Errol Flynn is a prisoner in Nazi-controlled Paris who is literally
walking out to the guillotine when an air raid blows up a bunch of shit and he
escapes (kinda like in Skyrim 62 years later). After a brief taste of freedom,
he's tracked down and apprehended by an Inspector (Paul Lukas). During the train
ride back to Paris the Inspector reads a newspaper story about how a saboteur
blew up a nearby bridge and if the saboteur isn't caught within three days the
Nazis are going to execute 100 innocent men. Flynn preys on the Inspector's
patriotism and tells him that he'll turn himself in as the saboteur in order to
free the innocent men. He's just saying this in order to find an convenient
moment to escape. How noble. But of course you would have to be a complete
fucking idiot not to expect Flynn to have turn of heart by the end of the film,
most likely because of a beautiful girl. And...
That's
exactly what happens. How
exciting. I was mildly entertained by Flynn just because I'm a fan of his acting
style, but even at 102 minutes this movie seemed like it went on for like 150. I
own it, because it's part of the "Errol Flynn Adventures" box set, but while
I'll definitely be revisiting
OBJECTIVE, BURMA!
and
EDGE OF DARKNESS,UNCERTAIN GLORY will never ever see that light of day again. I hope it enjoys
it's spot on the shelf.
Skip it with a vengeance and take a nap instead.
