The movie opens in 1930 when Errol Flynn was only 21 years old. The thirty year old actor who played the title role looked like a man fully grown,and was simply not credible as a young guy barely come into adulthood.

Fact has little to do with this flick. Neither does good storytelling. Every time it starts to roll (which is rare), it comes to a dead stop, and those stops last for a very long time. Frankly, this film is so off with the self-indulgent daisies that one would think it was written and directed by the same person. The thing is stuffed with dull, drawn-out scenes that are only used to provide a breather and story point between the meat of a film but they are made to be the meat with the action merely serving as a distraction. There are some signs of stupidity in this film, such as a backdrop intended to be filmed from a distance, but with the opening view of it - a studio water tower - being so close as to make it look skewed and so lacking in detail as to be obviously fake. A good director would have noticed the badly skewed water tower, but this fellow simply blew it off.

As Flynn's last film was in 1960 (released the year after he died) one wonders about the timing of this film, as virtually no one these days has ever heard of him.

Overall, this movie squeezes about thirty minutes of story into an hour and a half of film. It is passably amusing, sometimes boring, and shows a lack of competence on the part of the director, particularly in the area of storytelling.