The Sea Hawk

This is a beloved family favourite. My mother was fond of it. My father liked it. I seem to recall a rare cinematic dispute between them one time about the actors playing the supporting characters. (I feel like it was most likely over Henry Daniell, but it might have been Brenda Marshall.) It is, I believe, the only movie poster ever to have graced one of my walls, in my bedroom in the house I grew up in. I feel like I have seen it more times than there are grains of sand. As I am focused on tidying up some loose ends in my Criticker ratings, I thought I’d give it another look. To my surprise, the result was that I found it completely failing to hold my attention. Not a good sign.

I find it ridiculous to have written those last two statements. It is genuinely one of the greatest ‘swashbuckler’ films ever made. The ingredients of such films are all here. There are battles between ships. Swordfights in shadowy chambers. A dashing hero. A duplicitous villain. A beautiful love interest. Alan Hale, Sr. Above all else is a Korngold score that should be much appreciated, as it accompanies almost every scene, and the only thing stopping this from being an opera is the fact that the actors recite rather than sing their lines, except for Ms Marshall doing a song for the queen and her ladies in waiting. (I’m not into opera, so I appreciated the use of recitatives.)

The film is very clearly an allegory for world events of the time. (Its release date was 1940, and it went on general release in the United States in August, just as the Battle of Britain had begun. Curiously, it was released in Germany on 18 December 1941, eleven days after Hitler declared war on the United States.) You don’t have to work very hard to see the parallels with the debate in the United States in 1940, when America First meant keeping out of foreign wars, at least those in Europe. It’s useful that England could serve both as America’s proxy against Naziism (and those dastardly Bolsheviks, who had signed a non-aggression pact with the Hitlerites in the summer before), and as a proxy for Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s developing ‘all aid short of war’ policy.

However, for the last few viewings I have been more struck by its implicit anti-Catholic elements. The Inquisition is shown consigning freeborn Englishmen to man the oars in the Spanish Dons’ galleasses. The Spaniards frequently have crucifix emblems visible somewhere, whether as the dagger of the Knights of Santiago or emblazoned on the sails of ships. It’s hardly surprising that the film was so popular in Southern states, where anti-Papist sentiments have lingered quite a lot longer than anywhere else in the United States. From this perspective, King Philip II’s desire to make all the world Spain is to be read as a religious impulse aimed at ending the heresy of Protestantism as much as converting hapless pagans in the Orient or Africa.

Apart from that, the film is just jam-packed with spirited portrayals of Hollywood stereotypes whether of sets or characters. There’s a certain pleasure in the familiar, and we’ve seen all this in one way or another in CAPTAIN BLOOD and THE ADVENTURES OF ROBIN HOOD. THE SEA HAWK doesn’t quite have the fun or charm of the Robin Hood, but it also avoids having to resolve the awkward relationship of Captain Blood’s piracy to the Production Code.

The lesson I draw from my somewhat flat response towards what is genuinely a near-perfect film is that I do think it is possible to have seen a film too many times.

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