Constance Bennett produced this vehicle for herself, which was a fairly typical postwar story of Resistance heroism in Paris (no real location shooting, alas). Constance Bennett had plenty of energy but by this stage in her career she had no genuine charm. She battles her way through the part with determination, but just cannot engage the viewer. Her performance is too mannered, too exterior. Her chum Gracie Fields (in her last film role) does far better, is amusing, watchable, and engaging. A smoothie Frenchman, George Rigaud, plays Bennett's French husband, and he is very convincing at it. Young Kurt Kreuger is excellent as the Gestapo captain with whom Bennett forms an ambivalent semi-romantic friendship, while she is at the same time spiriting downed American and British airmen out of France with the aid of the Resistance. The film is not so bad one wouldn't want to watch it, but it avoids being good. Gregory Ratoff directed it, and it is not one of his finest achievements. If you are uncritical of such films, and do not expect too much, this could afford some diversion.
Review of Paris Underground
