For the second time in one evening Dan Duryea is betrayed by a scheming woman! In 1945, The Great Flamarion not only seemed an unusually good film for Republic, but it seemed to be Anthony Mann's best film to date (it was his sixth). Both of these evaluations hold good today, except that they are indicative of rather modest praise. Actually it holds up far better than one might expect, a solid film noir on its own, and also substantiation (unnoticed at the time) that Stroheim, given good material, could still take an acting role seriously. He's both subtle and moving in his role here, a kind of loose but much better written and motivated companion to his The Great Gabbo of 1929. William K. Everson