One Paragraph Movie Review: Captain Blood

Sixty-eighth film: Captain Blood, a 1935 film featuring Errol Flynn that it’s illegal to discuss without using the word ‘swashbuckling’. I rolled my eyes a bit when I realised the next movie I had to watch was a boy’s own pirate adventure, but I legitimately enjoyed it and got all tense in the swordfight-and-cannon scenes. The love storyline on the side was kind of tacked on and I question exactly how widespread the wearing of satin dresses was in the British colonies in the West Indies, and a large plot turning point was based on how slowly news travels in the 17th century, but bloody good story. You could say. I guess if you had to. That it was swashbuckling. Three well-compensated amputations out of five.