Twelve reviews, and not one of them dissents: the critics agree this is an anti-war film of lasting force, and that its power lies in what happens between people rather than in the mechanics of a prison escape. The praise clusters on Renoir’s humanism, his refusal to sentimentalise, and the way the film treats class and nationality as the real borders. The ensemble is admired throughout, with Erich von Stroheim’s commandant named more than any other performance, and Gabin and Dalio close behind. Several reviews single out the courtesy between the two aristocrats as the film’s most affecting thread.
The spread is narrow, and what reservations exist are about the film’s outlook rather than its craft. The Skinny finds its faith in reconciliation naive, given the moment it was made. The Guardian is warm but more measured than the rest, dwelling on the tragic irony of the title. Nobody questions the direction, the performances or the restoration.
