6.5/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.5/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Under falsk flagg remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like old-school black-and-white romances that don't try to reinvent the wheel, sure. Go for it. It’s the kind of movie that feels like a warm blanket on a rainy Sunday. But if you need pacing that moves faster than a slow walk, or if you get annoyed by people not telling the truth for the sake of the plot, you’ll probably want to skip this one.
Bertil is just... really trying. You see him looking at Margot with those big, wide eyes, and you just know he’s going to get himself into trouble. It’s a very sweet, very innocent dynamic.
There’s something weirdly satisfying about the office scenes. They’re so stiff and polite. It reminds me a bit of the awkward office energy in Oh, You Women! where everyone is just trying to survive the social hierarchy without losing their minds.
The director clearly knew what the audience wanted. Every time Bertil is about to find out who Margot really is, someone walks in with a stack of papers or a phone call interrupts. It happens so many times you start to wonder if the office has a revolving door.
I found myself zoning out a bit during the middle act. It just drags. You want them to just say it already. But that's the whole point, I guess.
It’s not trying to be a deep dive into human nature like Kreutzer Sonata. It just wants to make you smile. And honestly? It mostly succeeds at that. It’s light, breezy, and completely harmless.
There’s one scene in the lobby where someone drops a folder, and the way the actor looks at the camera for just a split second too long is hilarious. Probably a mistake, but I loved it. Makes the whole thing feel human.