Too long and spending too much time with unpersonable middle aged players in freshly pressed outfits, this one lobs with the other draggy forgotten French feature films of the forties, despite the reverence which the New Wave film makers had for it. However in a couple of scenes - Francois' farewell both to Versois and to his youth at the tower at dawn - it does snap into life.
Bernard's score is the best of the elements provided by the French A feature technicians of the day.
The character telling Versois that she will never again be as impressive as she is then as a teen age girl came to have a resonance with her later career.