Was it really that long before this that Errol Flynn was young, good-looking and healthy? Think of him and you conjure up a dashing, athletic Robin Hood or Captain Blood. Fast forward 15 years and the dissolute Flynn appears soft and dissipated from living in the fast lane. Here he not only stars in but wastes his money on a crummy period piece with a laughable plot.
"Crossed Swords" is a flop movie masquerading as a swashbuckling action picture but contains precious little action. It opens as he jumps out a damsel's bedroom window just ahead of her husband, which is just the way he might like to be remembered. The film then bogs down for the next 80 minutes or so, as he slogs through some poor acting and a very poor music score. There is nothing to recommend it except for the color. I saw it on a 16 mm print which was in remarkable condition, better than Flynn himself, I imagine.
