Arrow Academy must be a wonderful company; their Guitry set is well-produced, up to Criterion standards. I can now boast of seeing six Guitry films in all, these four are fairly representative of his output. The trouble with Guitry has always been, for me, the excessive talkiness of his scripts. You long for an idea to be expressed through a look, a gesture, a positioning of the body this way or that way, and it never occurs. instead we get words--often very eloquent as in the long scene between Sacha and Betty Daussmond as his estranged wife--but action is wanting and it is missed. I give 10 for the idea and the way it is worked out, but only 3 for the action.

'My Father Was Right' has a somewhat different feel to the other films I've seen from Sacha Guitry - the wit is still there but wrapped around real-world sadness and heartbreak, adding an emotional weight I've not seen in his films before, most prominently in the center of the film, where the now old man is visited by the wife who once betrayed and abandoned him. It's a beautifully maintained scene, both funny and sincere in its pain, and Guitry himself is flawless in it.

Most of Guitry's films are patchy, and this one is no exception, but this additional dimension raises it above many of the rest.

I watched this movie again the other evening, and then watched a 2008 Parisian theater production of the original play (at the Théâtre Edward VII). An interesting contrast.

Guitry delivers his lines at the speed of light, with a precision that often comes off as angry. The 30-year-old father in the 2008 version is far kinder in Act I.

But in Act II, the confrontation between the now 50-year-old main character and his wife, who left him 20 years before and now wants him to take her back, to give her "her place" in his household again, the give and take between his anger and her completely immoral manipulation of abstractions like "honor" and "fidelity" is remarkable in the 1930s original, and rather pitiful in the 2008 version. In the 2008 version, the wife comes off as an air-head. In the 1930s version, she is a bright woman acting out a role she has clearly rehearsed carefully. The speed with which Guitry delivers his lines at her makes them resemble ammunition.

There are parts of this 1930s movie that are, I suppose, weaker than others. But seeing Guitry when angry using language as a weapon with which to shoot down his adversary is rather impressive. You'd have to speak French well to appreciate it, though. If you need subtitles, you'd miss the effect entirely.