Given that my background is one of utter respect for and love of Robert Donat's compelling performances, I do not entirely understand why I don't like this film. Yes, his performance is as wonderful as you would expect; yes, the film is littered with umpteen cameos from the creme de la creme of British cinema; yes, the subject matter is fascinating. And yet with all this potential, it fails. I partly think because I have little sympathy with the Friese-Greene character who is a selfish, unthinking boy-as-man. Perhaps that is the drive of genius, but it makes for a heartless tale because he brings all his terrible circumstances upon himself. Maria Schell is admittedly charming as his first wife, but this cannot sustain the over-long, over-sentimental story line of dubious historical accuracy (but that is never the point of these films). It's a shame I cannot recommend this because there were so few Donat films made, let alone still available. Go for the Winslow Boy, 39 Steps, and Mr Chips instead (of the current crop of DVDs).