The early period of American involvement in WW-2 was peppered by films, many of them unwatchable these days, that were explicit propaganda. All of them taken together could not touch this gripping account of a man determined to do his part to fight back in the way that fate has chosen for him. Paul Lukas gives a performance worthy of his Oscar as an underground anti-Fascist tortured by his duty to his movement. He has a job to do, and he is going to do it. Of course it takes such men of courage and integrity to beat back evil, but we should not kid ourselves that the job is without personal consequences, even for those who succeed. I always felt bad for my father, who served on a B-17 in the war and shot at Germans, and without doubt, being a crack shot, hit some of them. That he had taken lives with his own hands was something he always found hard to live with. How much more grave is the responsibility to choose when you have the lives of your wife and children to consider - when you are safe in foreign land, when you could easily find other ways to carry on the struggle, but when you know that your particular skill and experience is needed in a very particular way that is incompatible with your continued well-being? Lukas embodies all this in a way that literally gave me goose bumps. The truth is always so much more effective than jingoism. This film is the truth. It bears comparison with Casablanca - the nonchalant heroism of Viktor Laszlo seems rather self-important next to the tortured will of Kurt Muller.
The Dashiell Hammett script is wonderful and deserved an award of its own. The supporting players all do a fine job. George Coulouris as the unctuous and self-serving Count gives a performance of great and icy villainy. What a superb film!
The Dashiell Hammett script is wonderful and deserved an award of its own. The supporting players all do a fine job. George Coulouris as the unctuous and self-serving Count gives a performance of great and icy villainy. What a superb film!