I really wanted to love this; it has so much of what makes a great adventure romp work: Gorgeous Technicolor, A Wonderful music score, and rousing direction. Sadly the fatal element here was the film's star: Errol Flynn. Just 15 years away from Robin Hood (1938), Flynn looks easily 35 years older, as well as bloated, tired, and not a little surly. And what a shame, as he's only in his mid 40's here. But it isn't simply aging; he looks ill and broken. Flynn lived and loved all his life just as he pleased; sadly here his way of life has caught up with him and then some. Think I'll go watch Robin Hood & Elizabeth and Essex so I can remember the great performer as he should be remembered.
Review of The Master of Ballantrae
The Master of Ballantrae
(1953)
Has Everything Going For It But Flynn
17 June 2017
Warning: Spoilers