Alright so I’ll have to see 39 Steps and Rope then.
Foreign Correspondent was great. Fast-paced and absorbing. If you’re a romantic antiquarian like myself, these expertly shot and edited films old as they are can really transport you to their moment, the crispness of the picture making it feel unnaturally close, real time-travel escapism. Not to mention the urgent substance of the film’s plot, taking place in the immediate lead-up to WWII, and its release a week before Germany began bombing London.
The main character symbolizes how a free American press might leverage the sympathy its courageous journalistic exploits could generate for an ever-greater threatened Britain to inspire mass support of the US population for its government’s intervention. The ending title card, following an impassioned Edward Murrow/Walter Cronkite style radio appeal from an embattled London studio to an American listenership for their thoughts and prayers, had me burst out laughing, with a shining art-deco eagle and the final bar of the national anthem booming over top.
Reading up on the film, its said that at the time of its release even Joseph Goebbels tipped his hat to it, as “a masterpiece of propaganda, a first-class production which no doubt will make a certain impression upon the broad masses of the people in enemy countries.” High praise, indeed!