Watch it for film history purposes. The Technicolor is amazing and rarely looked as good even in the decades that followed. The story is slightly engaging, somehow. The greatest strength is the renowned yet not well known enough Georges Perinal's (Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, Fallen Idol, The Blood of a Poet, and many of Rene Clair's gems from the '30s) work as DP gives the film its lush texture. Let's say the film has its moments. But when examined closely it is a stuffy British war saga, dashed in romance and romanticism. The latter playing like pre-WWII propaganda. It is certainly coherent and competently directed in every since, being under the keen, regimented eye of Hungarian transplant, Zoltan Korda (and his brother, not formally credited). Outside of a few moments of great writing, a handful of wonderful shots, the stuffiness is unbearable and ultimately suffocating. Yet, still recommended viewing for the cinephile that wants to delve deeper into the medium's past.
Review of The Four Feathers
