Lengthy but exciting update of Leslie Howard's classic The Scarlet Pimpernel (1934) to prewar Germany. He plays Horatio Smith, who anonymously rescues scientists and intellectuals from concentration camps while posing as a dusty professor of archeology. The star's alter-ego actually owes quite a bit to his performance as Henry Higgins in Pygmalion (1938).
The film establishes how the Nazis would portrayed during the war years: bureaucratic, uncultured, humourless and sadistic. And stupid. Of course, the British might not be militaristic, but they have wit and fair play on their side. At times it feels like the Brits plan to triumph through charming self deprecation.
It is surprisingly elitist. Smith's aim isn't actually to defend democracy, but save the great men who create history. Yes, the ubermensch. But the film does work as propaganda. Smith is the personification of presumed British values and culture and he continually bests the blundering Gestapo, while dropping quotes from Shakespeare and Rupert Brooke.
It is a patriotic thriller. Howard gives a fine performance, and becomes a mythic figure of justice towards the end of the film, cloaked in shadows, firing off rounds of sweet sounding rhetoric. It was a morale booster made at a time when the war wasn't going well. And it mysteriously captures an aura of anxiety, and of jeopardy.