Sometimes you watch these things to admire the past, the style, the cars and the curiosity of finding emerging talent that graced future years of cinema.
How anyone could have found a gig after this awful flick beggars belief. It is not even saved by the backdrop of gay Paris. Can't believe that these actors - with unique special needs of overacting and uselessness - could ever be remembered?
I guess Lom's small role can be appreciated. Brenda Bruce could never make stardom after this and yet was honoured by her peers. She would be embarrassed by this legacy of her work and all should feel ashamed by this film's existence.