The Swordsman (1948)

Ok, so I’m a Scot so can say with some certainty that we don’t have mountains quite that high nor do we speak with any of the accents on display here, but if you overlook those minor ailments, this is quite a reasonable adventure yarn that sees two fictitious clans come to terms, after generations, with an ancient grudge. Now on this latter point, the writer might well have struck a chord, as grudges we can definitely do. This one sees the “MacArden” (Larry Parks) fall in love with the “Glowan” (Ellen Drew). After a chance meeting, he travels to their castle and wins their equivalent of the golden arrow, but he is recognised by her warmongering brother (George Macready) who determines to ensure that peace can never break out - even if he has to turn on members of his own family to frame his age-old enemy and stoke the auld fires of loathing. Luckily, “Barbara” has faith in her new young love and so tries to help him survive and get to the truth - but with such a capable and scheming enemy, and two stuck in the mud clan chiefs, what chance have they of prevailing? Were it not for the tartan and the Celtic musical themes this could just as easily be a remake of Macready’s other adventure from 1948 “The Black Arrow”, but I like this genre and there’s enough going on here to keep the romance at bay and for the horses to get a-galloping. Not great, but good fun.