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...more aggressive. Last fortnight one of her reconnaissance planes appeared for the first time over Britain's industrial Midlands, flying low and streaking away from anti-aircraft and pursuit after traversing Manchester (textiles), Merseyside (ship-building), and North Wales (coal). Last week more Nazis penetrated Kent and Essex, passing close to London, some of them apparently to divert attention from mine-laying seaplanes at the mouth of the Thames. Repeated reconnaissance in the North culminated with a concentrated bomber flight which descended upon a detachment of the British Home Fleet somewhere near the Shetland Islands in the North...
...Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex (Bette Davis, Errol Flynn, Donald Crisp; TIME...
When the Earl of Essex returns from sinking the Spanish fleet, spitfiery, red-wigged Elizabeth rewards him with a majestic slap in front of the delighted court. It seems he should have brought back the Spanish bullion ships intact. In Ireland, where he gets himself sent, Essex is defeated when court enemies intercept his pleas for aid. He returns to start a little rebellion of his own. Though Elizabeth loves Essex, she loves her throne more, prudently chops off his head...
...make this ambitious tragedy, producers took Maxwell Anderson's Broadway success, Elizabeth the Queen, had scripters tack on a new beginning. Knowing she acts nothing so well as a neurotic tantrum, they cast Bette Davis as the Queen, pulchritudinous Errol Flynn as Essex. Director Michael Curtiz was retained to pile on the pageantry. The result is a sumptuously Technicolored spectacle with some lyrically lovely scenes (hawk-flying), some eerie ones (Irish bogs...
...main defect of The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex is that it is not tragic. Until the very end, Elizabeth's insistence that Essex can save his head merely by sending back her ring makes the drama seem as unreal as a schoolgirl's tiff, the decapitation just a bit of a royal whimsey. Partly this is due to Author Anderson's original conception, partly to the neurotic bounce with which Cinemactress Davis scratches, claws, snarls and romps her way through the repetitious love scenes, mopes and moons through her my-manic depressions...