Often seen as the runt of Lang's Hollywood litter: an adventure story with little action, drawn from material more suited to Raoul Walsh or John Ford. But there are times—moments of physical/psychological pain, untrustworthy smiles, individuals versus crowds—that feel like his. The schematic view of war and the choice of focus are oddly fascinating. Besides, if Lang could turn into Ford or Walsh, it'd be a step down.
One of Lang's minor pictures, he said about it: "Even directors have to eat." Yet, the movie has such a magnificent sense of locations and its natural sets are so incredibly fresh (in contrast to pratically all american studio productions of that time) that one easily forgets the narrative and character problems. Also, there are some very good scenes, such as the kiss in Christmas night or the gunfight in the church.
**1/2. This is a movie without Fritz Lang's personal touch. It could have been directed by Lloyd Bacon or any other Hollywood yes-men, nobody would have seen the difference. For pronunciation reason I suppose, the name of the French actress Micheline Presle (Devil in the Flesh/Le Diable au Corps), is spelled Prelle in the initial credits. A DVD zone completists only.