Okay, not tirelessly. Politely they called the critic a dunderhead and doubted he'd really seen much of the show he so cavalierly pooh-poohed. Well, Mr. R.S. of Orlando, Fla., your day has come. We took a little look-see for ourselves and, by Heaven, these further adventures of C.S. Forester's famous fictional lieutenant in the British navy are jolly good yarns, adroitly unraveled. The lack of cutting-edge edginess is not a minus but a plus, the simple virtues of solid storytelling celebrated in style.
Nothing is perfect.
One must tune in for the second film to see the story resolved. Because I submit to you, sir and madame, that they are scoundrels and bounders. Mr. Hornblower doesn't have a lot of company. And talk about money grubbing. They grub money incessantly, forever peddling, via mail order, tapes of shows you have just watched.