The Man Behind the Mask

Michael Powell’s final quota quickie now only exists in an abbreviated, recut form made after WWII, cutting out twenty minutes of its final runtime to get it under an hour. I feel like those missing twenty minutes would have made this a fair bit better, but the end result is interesting nonetheless. I mean, it’s not good. It’s a weird combination of Hitchcock’s British period and, of all things, Flash Gordon, but some of what makes it less than good is an abbreviated feel to, especially, its...