L'aiglon (1931) review - A lot of fancy sighing and very loud doors

Should you watch L'aiglon tonight? Only if you have a deep, slightly weird love for dusty 1930s historical melodramas where everyone emotes like they are trying to reach the very back row of a giant theater.

Action fans will absolutely hate this. It is basically two hours of a pale young man feeling incredibly sad in fancy Austrian rooms. 🏛️

A golden cage and big feelings

So, the movie is about Napoleon's tragic son, Franz, played by Jean Weber. He is basically a prisoner of his own fancy bloodline, stuck in Vienna and dreaming of a France he is too young to actually remember.

Jean Weber has this incredibly intense way of looking at the ceiling. He does it like three times in the first twenty minutes, as if he expects his dad's ghost to drop straight through the plaster.

The whole thing is based on Edmond Rostand's famous play, and boy, you can tell. Every single conversation feels like it was written to be shouted over a live orchestra, even when people are just standing two inches apart.

I kept thinking of The Man and the Moment which also has some of that stiff, early-talkie awkwardness. But this one is way more dedicated to pure theatrical pomp.

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The mustache that stole the scene

There is this one scene where Victor Francen, playing the loyal Flambeau, is talking to the young prince. Francen is actually pretty great, but his mustache is so perfectly waxed it totally distracted me from his big speech about French glory.

I swear, at one point, the mustache moved slightly before his lips did. Or maybe that was just the weird, shaky film print I was watching.

The movie does get slightly better once they finally go outside. The battlefields of Wagram scene has some genuine mood to it, even if the soldiers look like they are just wandering around a very foggy park.

It kind of reminds me of the atmospheric gloom in Troll-Elgen, though that one had actual mountains and this just has sad Frenchmen in tight pants.

"I am not a prisoner... but I am kept here."

Some small things I noticed:

• The sheer amount of lace on the cuffs. Seriously, how did these guys eat soup without getting it everywhere?
• Émile Drain plays Napoleon in a quick flashback, and he looks so much like a school textbook illustration it is almost creepy.
• The sound design is incredibly loud. When someone closes a wooden door, it sounds like a literal gunshot. 💥

If you liked The Bond Boy for its raw, old-school melodrama, you might find some weird enjoyment here. But L'aiglon is way more stuffy and loves its own historical weight a bit too much.

Honestly, Jean Weber’s performance is so tragic it almost becomes funny. He has this one reaction shot near a mirror that goes on for so long I thought my player had froze.

It is a weird relic. Not a masterpiece, but if you want to see how early French sound cinema tried to tackle massive theater plays, it’s a pretty fascinating mess.